Last night, as I napped on Softie’s lap, I heard a voice on the television say “Please don’t stare, it’s not nice.”
I’ve been pondering this odd phrase, and have decided that the voice on the television is dead wrong. Staring can be incredibly rewarding.
When I stare at a door long enough, it magically opens.
Staring at sleeping humans causes them to wake up and feed me.
The power of my stare compels the British One to give me spoonfuls of strawberry swirl yogurt.
If I stare long enough at dining humans, morsels magically fall onto the floor.
Staring at birds makes them stagger drunkenly, which makes them easy to catch.
Yes, staring is very underrated.