We’ve had that would lay on its back and demand you rub his belly. When he was satisfied, he’d attack your hand, why? Because he was an a—h-—.
We’ve had a cat that would lay on its back and demand you rub his belly. When he was satisfied, he’d attack your hand, why? Because he was an a—h-—.
Oh, we have five, and the male - fixed, BTW - will do what we call a ‘flomp’ (kind of a face-first shoulder roll onto his back) and beg you to scratch his belly. If you stop before HE’S done with you, he’ll grab your hand with his front paws and pull it back. Mind you, I said he was fixed, not declawed. We’ve learned to get pretty quick and dexterous with our scratching hands. The little jackass. But, he’s my buddy. And I don’t even really like cats, I’m a dog guy. My wife’s the Crazy Cat Lady. *chuckle*