Oh, I know what a slave I’ve been! My most endearing Savannah crossbreed cat was a master with the patience of a saint. Could sit and meow for an hour straight until his trusted servant got up to open the door or feed him. The one still alive, a blue, is far more civilized than the Savannah—less demanding, easier to live with, less interesting (which means us slaves get some rest).
Yep - had several cats myself and found myself in a role of servitude ...and liking it.