Ah, another meandering hand is coming to pet me. Don’t they see the look of wild nonchalance in my eyes? It’s nonchalant because clearly I don’t like to be petted and wild because one day I will seriously peck their hands and then, maybe, they’ll run away screaming. I think I should try this pecking thing one of these days. It’s not like I don’t want to be loved, but you know I am busy and people sometimes get overly affectionate. I’ll be eating, and they’ll pick me up to pet. No, just no!