Pixie Litigation

Mark Sinclair Vincent St. Agnes von Lichtenschtein follows Pixie around like he's a lonely puppy or a creepy stalker.  She goes into her bedroom and he scratches at her door to be let in.  She cooks herself breakfast and he stares at her from the kitchen floor.  She goes outside and he paces on the windowsills spying on her.  She folds her clean laundry and he takes instant naps on it.  She goes to bed and he curls up on her face.  She can't even shower alone.
"I like cats because they're not needy," Pixie's Sister From Another Mister says.
"Except mine," Pixie says.  "What is WRONG with him?"
Pixie was banned from leaving the house long before 'rona put us all under house arrest, because I'd had enough of her cat taking out his abandonment fury on my life-size Jeremy Renner cardboard cutout.
Today she sat down on the couch with her laptop, and within three seconds, the cat had materialized on the arm of the couch to peer into Pixie's soul.
Pixie rolled her eyes and groaned, "Do you think I could get a restraining order?"