I swear, I get the vibe from my cats that
- they’re my daughters
- one i get the vibe from that she’s my old lady (which literally she is but the wife connotation is highly questionable)
What is the relationship in the felid mind? I’ve never gotten the sense that I’m a “master” despite the fact they know when I get annoyed with them or what is forbidden and they mostly come to honor that (turns out nobody or anything likes getting hassled)
I swear to god, my oldest (“my old lady”) literally pesters me at “bedtime”. A cat dictates my bedtime lol
Our old cat, Max, would sit across the room and stare at us at 9:00 every night. When we looked at him, he would turn around and put his back to us and sit there until we fed him. My husband would call out words like snacks, slacks, trax, fax, and when he would actually say Max, the cat would glance over his shoulder at him. They are the worst little creatures in the world. Why do we love them so much?!?! Some days I don’t understand how this furry little wild creature actually lives in our house with us.