My cat’s very favorite scritchy scratchy spot is right on the tippy top of her head. Makes her melt into a million pieces.
Once we both discovered this, there is now a distinct expectation upon my entry into whatever room she has chosen to bless with her presence. I must meet these expectations at risk of peril.
Funny how much cats are actually like humans. We humans have figured out crafty ways to hide it, but we certainly like having things our way too.
My cupboards, like their food bowls, must never be empty.
My space must not be encroached upon.
My needs must be immediately understood and met at all times.
I think that’s why we think cattitudes are so funny. We love those little jerks because they’re so relatable.
At least they are to me.