|Lady Mara McNibbon, Duchess of the Laundry Pile, is not amused.|
Video description: Ozz, a tall, heavyset white man with long brown hair and a goatee, holding Mara, a petite white-calico-tabby cat with one arm. She is busily chewing on his fingers as he holds her suspended over his arm. You can hear me behind the camera laughing at the two of them. Suddenly Mara stops and lifts her head to look in my direction with a surprised "Who me?" expression. I giggle and say "Oh hai, sweetie", then "Oh, no, back to chewing on Daddy's hand." as she decides nomming his hand is more interesting. He extends his arm to me, Mara still dangling and chewing on him, like he's going to hand her to me. "Ack, no, do not hand that to me. It's all teeth." He pulls her back to his chest; "Yeah, she can keep chewing on you, that's fine." He turns and tries to set his little bundle of teeth on the couch, but as soon as she hits the cushion she whips around onto her back and grabs his arm with all four legs, pulling him down to keep nomming. "Well, apparently putting it down doesn't work." She starts trying to climb her way up his arm with front paws and teeth; he shakes her off. Undeterred, she pounces at his hand again. They wrestle a little bit more, until he gets a hand under her and scoops her up off the couch so she's dangling in midair again, which fazes her not even a little. I laugh again, and she looks up startled right at the camera, then abruptly calms down and lets herself be tucked under Ozz's arm like a furry little football as I say "I guess we're done then." Fin.
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