My elderly spayed cat just…likes loafing on my chest with her ass in my face. My belly is soft on her elbows I think. I tend to aim her holes over my shoulder though. Or turn on my side and then she loafs on my leg. Hang on, she wants me to turn on the space heater for her.
Her Royal Majesty Queen Isabella Greypelt (the vet calls her Izzy) is just the friendliest cat. She loves people almost as much as she loves attention. If you want a grey cat in your lap come hang out on my couch, it’ll happen. If two people are on my couch she’ll sit in between so both can pet her. She’s as social as she is monochromatic, space heater notwithstanding.
She’ll also tear the earth in half and expose the molten core if I miss her dinner time, so everybody feel thankful this holiday season that I stocked up on Fancy Feast.
I adopted a main coon called Charlie. The owner had two cats, but they didn’t get along.
He is a shadow. He will follow you around and always be near. He mrrps every time he sees you come near, even if you aren’t paying attention to him. If you make eye contact, he’ slow blinks.
He doesn’t sctratch or bite, only when playing with a sacrificed oven mitt. He is overweight, but loves to lay down on your legs.
He loves chin rubs and will lay his head into your palm for maximum contact.
He does however live for food also. And will always try to get some more by pleading. If you’ve never heard a main coon squeel, it sounds as though he is the saddest begger who hasn’t eaten in days.
oh yes the “I’ve starved all the way to death twice since breakfast this morning I’ve never eaten in my life won’t you find it in your heart to feed the poor starving kitty” yowl.
My elderly spayed cat just…likes loafing on my chest with her ass in my face. My belly is soft on her elbows I think. I tend to aim her holes over my shoulder though. Or turn on my side and then she loafs on my leg. Hang on, she wants me to turn on the space heater for her.
There. Kitty toasting machine activated.
Showing the butt side is a way they show trust and extraversion. She likes you so much, she shows you her bum.
Her Royal Majesty Queen Isabella Greypelt (the vet calls her Izzy) is just the friendliest cat. She loves people almost as much as she loves attention. If you want a grey cat in your lap come hang out on my couch, it’ll happen. If two people are on my couch she’ll sit in between so both can pet her. She’s as social as she is monochromatic, space heater notwithstanding.
She’ll also tear the earth in half and expose the molten core if I miss her dinner time, so everybody feel thankful this holiday season that I stocked up on Fancy Feast.
Sounds like Royalty alright!
I adopted a main coon called Charlie. The owner had two cats, but they didn’t get along.
He is a shadow. He will follow you around and always be near. He mrrps every time he sees you come near, even if you aren’t paying attention to him. If you make eye contact, he’ slow blinks.
He doesn’t sctratch or bite, only when playing with a sacrificed oven mitt. He is overweight, but loves to lay down on your legs.
He loves chin rubs and will lay his head into your palm for maximum contact.
He does however live for food also. And will always try to get some more by pleading. If you’ve never heard a main coon squeel, it sounds as though he is the saddest begger who hasn’t eaten in days.
oh yes the “I’ve starved all the way to death twice since breakfast this morning I’ve never eaten in my life won’t you find it in your heart to feed the poor starving kitty” yowl.