Some of you have this cat thing inside out. Cats adopt us. Put up with us, to a point. They let us live in their territory and we must abide their rules. They lay on our laps solely for the heat. They eat what and when they want. They honor us by rubbing against our legs to remind us that if they were as big as we are, it would be a whole different role reversal. They purr just long enough for us to drop our guard and suddenly they have sunk their fangs deep in the fleshy underpart of your hand/arm/leg. They prance away proudly for administering human training session. They lay on things that they think are important to you. Thereby demonstrating their dominance.
At night they turn the house into their own predator hunting grounds. They knock your valuables off the counters to torture us. Cats are very much psychopaths and want you to feel at ease. As they plan your downfall. And somehow knowing all of this, we still think we’re in charge?
Love them at a safe distance. Never drop your guard and keep those nails trimmed. Furry Velociraptors. How cute, let’s get 3 honey…