I thought a simple pat would suffice, but I hadn't expected her to push her luck.
"Rub my chin."
"My head is itchy, touch it."
"My stomach is upset, I need a rub."
Lu Muci said nothing. He followed the little creature’s capricious demands, watching as she blissfully stretched out her body, yawned, began grooming herself with her paws, and then proactively nudged her little head against his hand.
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