Working at home, sitting in my office chair. Emma comes in, gives me a quick tail rub around the legs, I reach down and pet her once, and she walks out.
She does this a few times a day. I’m not sure if she’s reassuring me, or herself. I guess it doesn’t really matter. ❤️
Ehm… mods, he didn’t pay the cat-tax! This is a capital sin
OK, here:
I am sick and tired of the lack of motherfucking cats on this monday to friday plane.
You’re very lucky!
I usually get a disapproving look and some trash talk once or twice a day.
That’s her sister Lizzie. When she vocalizes, it’s always an exclamation.
“There’s a strange cat outside!”
“I hate the vacuum cleaner, could you not?!”
I read that when a cat squints at you, it actually means they trust you, i.e. they don’t have to stay alert around you.
Ah yes the cat ‘i love you’. No, these are more . . mmmm haughty looks. Followed by some very pointed meyowling.