Sometimes my cat will whine and try to get in my lap, but if I pick him up and put him there he leaps off. It’s only good if he climbs up himself.
Autonomy is a hell of a drug.
My cat likes to be forced to cuddle, meaning she’ll hang around and watch me until I go grab her and (gently) shove her down next to me on the couch.
She will stand next to me in bed while I tell her to lie down and I have to finally say it aggressively and pretend I’m mad for her to just relax.
She also likes to be picked up and forcibly (gently) chucked in front of the food bowl; otherwise she’ll just sit there and look at the food.
It’s the strangest thing. IDK what she went through before living with me but she can’t just do things a lot of the time.
For my cat:
Making biscuits on my dick and balls well I wince from occasional claws. Instead of laying down, they just jump off and walk away.
According to my husband, our small cat is a tiny little fairy princess, right up to the moment she stomps on his balls with 500 kilos.
9 times out of 10 she’ll just curl up between my legs after doing the pain dance.
I think the time she doesn’t lay down she’s just punishing me for not feeding her. It’s this or clawing the couch next to me, which she never does unless her food bowl is empty.
We need to study how a light cat can put down 300 psi of pressure through each paw.
The secret ingredient is pain.
I will perform a flying leap from half way across the room, them sink all of my claws in to your thigh so as to execute a flawless landing upon that fleshy perch. Your sudden, and entirely unwarranted, yelp and twitch will then perturb me enough that I must leap off, again using all my claws for maximum grip. I shall give you an irritated glance and then stalk off.
Number 3:
I spontaneously become Kali, the goddess of relentless war and saber-toothed fury.
You don’t even have time to realize what has hit you.There are blankets the dog will refuse to lay under because he knows the kitties can’t resist attacking it.
His naps are serious business.
