Sophie pointed at his head angrily. "Stay put. Don't come near me."
Harry looked confused, his chubby and round body rolling down the last step.
Sophie crossed her arms over her chest, snorted, and walked past Harry.
Harry meowed and happily ran up to her, chasing her.
Sophie nudged him away with her foot. "Go away. Stop bothering me."
"MEOW, MEOW."
"Seeing you reminds me of your insane master, so keep your distance."
Harry jumped up and bit her skirt hem, his chubby and round body hanging off her.
Sophie: "…"
Indeed, the pet reflects its master!
Thomas Shannon is a rascal, and Harry is no better!
She looked down. Harry's round eyes stared back at her as he hung onto her skirt like a spoiled, pitiful creature demanding attention.
They were in a standoff for a minute.
Harry's chubby round body finally couldn't bear the weight, and he dropped to the ground with a thump.
He rolled twice on the ground before coming to a stop.
