When I roll over on my bed to "assume the position" of trying to stand, get something off the shelf, or put something away, I immediately have a 4 legged feline sat about 6" from me, impaling me on her eyes. I am expected to respond within seconds, to find the tub of Temptations treats and give her a small handful of the morsels she craves. To ignore is utter foolishness, prompting such a display of disdain and "I'll teach you!" as 8lbs of tabby can create. Let me add, they are like water. A mere 2oz in a cup looks like nothing until it is spilled on the floor, at which time, it's immensity is duly noted.
Snuggles may be aptly named when it comes to curling up to sleep with hubby or I, but does not like other cats. This, we did not know, when we first took her in. She was my granddaughter's kitten ... and then granddaughter became pregnant with my great-grandson, Daniel, and wasn't allowed to do the litter. She asked for my help in finding a new home. The great-grand-kitten took less than an hour to figure she had found the perfect one for herself, and it was with us.
Not such a good thing for me. My other 3 cats, now into double digits age-wise, had been banished from my bedroom due to my becoming allergic to their hair! I didn't need another moggie! Worse, when we tried to introduce her to the others, they ignored and she growled like a dog guarding a bone. Finally, our oldest had had enough and the next minute it was a furball of comicbook proportions with plenty of claws out, plus hissing and spitting providing a vicious soundtrack. The only place she could be was ... the bedroom. Thankfully, as a kitten, her hair didn't affect me, and although it does now, I just have to keep her away from my face, pillows, and the upper third of the bed. So, when she snuggles with me, it is usually against my tummy.
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