Beleaguer -trouble, harass

He tried to hold on the floor with his nails, but its surface was so polished that he miserably slipped on it. He found himself flat on the floor, a force pulling him from the back prevented him from standing up. He started screaming as loud as he could, but no one around could care.
Why causing me such a big pain?
He turned his head, that little motherfucker laughing, enjoying pulling his tail like nothing else in the world.
Then miraculously, a voice from above:
“Jim, leave the cat alone and come have dinner please”.

 

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