A tyrant in my living room.

Mussolini is my grandpa's cat. He is not a tyrant, though. We just named him like that because it was the first name that came into our minds the day someone (I don't remember who) brought him here 😂. Someone once told me that cats were only nice with mean people. I can't tell that my grandpa is mean (maybe I am, a little), so that person was obviously wrong. Anyways, today Mussolini was mean to me...

This is what happened...

I was working with my cellphone on my living room. Then Mussolini, that was laying on a chair, watched me with his fierce eyes and then decided to go down, and then came up to my legs and started laying there. You might think: Ok, this isn't machiavellian at all. But it was. Why? Because I'm allergic!

I got a picture of him because he was looking really cute, then I set him on the floor and went to another chair. Sadly, he knew what I was doing and he came right after me...

Since I didn't mean to avoid him anymore and I wasn't able to leave (the living room in my house is the only place with a decent internet connection) I just left him like that and prayed for my health.

As soon as I finished I went to take my allergy pills and got a shower. It was kinda late, and I already had some inflammation all over my legs. Tanks God it vanished fastly. I must admit that I enjoyed this act of kindness from this little cat.

Hope I'll be back in this community soon, so let's read each other next time. Bye! 😺✨

All the photos used in this post are of my property, and wete taken with my Oukitel C31 phone.