Sometimes I wish my Orange would do this. He doesn’t accept a lack of attention; just fundamentally refuses it. No, no. He creates the attention he desires by yelling at me and waving his silly little ginger paw in my face (I once taught him how to high five and now that’s his protocol for getting what he wants). And I’m a fucking simp for this ridiculous orange so it works and I carry him around like a baby, just like he wants.