It really is just too easy at times. We cats know every trick in the book about how to turn humans into soppy, gurgling saps. I won't deny that we like a bit of fuss now and then on our terms and we let the humans know this by doing adorable things that make them stop whatever they're doing, however important to them that may be, and start stroking and cossetting us to our hearts content. It works on at least 98% of humans, allowing for the factor that there will always be a stoney faced git somewhere who is worried about getting cat hairs on their lap. Sod them I say. But my two in particular are such an easy target that I've devised a method so simple in it's execution that I hardly need to raise a paw. In fact that's exactly what I do, raise my paw.
I jump onto the kitchen table or the arm of the couch, meow once or twice to get their attention and when they're looking I lift my left front paw in the air about an inch and then wait for the flood of praise and molly-coddling that inevitably follows. They go berserk with it and if I should raise it again they end up in a positive ecstasy of frenzied feline frottage that after a while gets a bit too much. Ange in particular though seems to know what a cat likes and gives some marvellous all over body scratches that even I have to admit send me into throws of delight. The lummox isn't as good although I have to hand it to him that he knows what to do with my cheeks (facial) and seems to have an unending vigour when it comes to rubbing them.
The amazing thing though is the ease with which I get all this to happen. I've known lesser cats that have had to meow, purr, rub against legs endlessly, play with toys and make buffoons of themselves in order to get what they want and whilst it's true that all these techniques work in the end, I think you'll agree that I've got it down to a T. Raising my paw, that's how easy it is folks.
P x
PS. I'm off out now for a pawdicure (hah! see what I did there!)
