Louis Catorze has figured out that, if he creepy-stares for food during my workout, I won’t respond. Now, before you all start piping up in his defence, this is the way it has to be. If I interrupt him things to give him even one tiny morsel, it will condemn me to a fate of having to it forever more.
So the little sod has decided to up the stakes by actually sabotaging the workout.
Here he is, settling on the mat to stop me from lying on it:


Note that he doesn’t scream. The passive-aggressiveness of this, as opposed to the downright aggressive-aggressiveness of screaming, is what makes this so effective.
He may be old, but he knows what he wants. It would almost be admirable, if it weren’t so annoying.
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