"Sonja, you left the door open again!"
It had been a quiet Sunday afternoon, when without warning, Sonja saw a squirrel outside and rocketed through the door to chase after it. Closing my laptop, I sighed and got up to find her. She was outside, jumping up and down next to a nearby tree and yelling at the squirrel.
"Who are you?! What are you doing at my house?!" Her tail then dropped. "Please come down! I want to run around and play!"
"Sonja, come over here and close this door!"
"But Master, there's a squirrel! He looks tasty! I want to lick him!"
"Leave the squirrel alone! You left the door open! Now come over here and close it!" Sonja trotted over with a pout and closed the door. I patted her head, making her feel better. "Listen, I'm glad you can go out whenever you want, it's why I bought this place. But you have to remember to close the door every time. When the door is left open, mosquitos can get in, and since you're always naked, they'll eat you alive. Not to mention that winter will be coming and we'll need to keep the heat in. Got it?"
"Yes, Master."
I wanted to believe her, I really did, but we had had this conversation almost six times already.
Tomorrow, I was planning on going to the hardware store and seeing if they had any springs or mechanisms I could use to have the door shut automatically.
"Good, now do you want to come back inside or stay out here?"
"I'll come in."
I let her back in and we returned to the living room, where a movie was playing on the TV. Actually, it can't really be called a living "room", more like the living quadrant. We took our usual positions on the couch, me in the middle with the girls on either side. Momo had taken advantage of us leaving the couch and stretched out, showing her true cat nature. A few pats on the thigh got her to move and we sat down.
"Master," asked Sonja, "since I couldn't lick the squirrel, can I lick your c*ock instead?"