Wherever possible, I like to help my hooman throughout the day. In fact, to help him with his 'werk', it's my job to: Look cute all day. Take naps. Leave my belly available for fluffy therapy. Purr. Blink. Wee in my tray, to give my hooman something to get up for. Talk to my hooman, to keep him company. Sit on top of things that he needs. By doing all of this, I'm offering my hooman my service. This is my sacrifice to him.
I think it's important for us cats to help our hoomans out. We need to keep them healthy, after all — so they can feed us and give us essential ear scritches. So I try to keep my hooman in good shape, both mentally and physically. Okay, I don't really help him physically, other than making him chase me when he tries to put me in the box to take me to the catty doctor. I do try to help him mentally though. I do this by offering therapy, in the form of... - Soothing purrs - Slow blinks - Being cute - Sitting on him, which makes him all warm - Allowing him to stroke me - Letting him bury his hand in my soft belly fluff This last one is very important. If my hooman is having a tough day, and making lots of huffing and puffing sounds, I find that allowing him to stroke my belly fur instantly soothes him. I just hope he appreciates how much I do for him.
We cats only allow hoomans access to our bellies when we feel safe around them. We only allow belly rubs when we truly trust them. Sometimes, access to our bellies is a trap, and we'll attack as soon as the first hand touches us. I has decided I quite like my hooman. This means he is granted full fluffy belly access. In turn, this means I gets my full belly rubbed - from chin to back feets. Happy. Some may say the 'full access pose' is a little undignified, but I don't care — I loves belly rubs.
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