This is why I love cats.
They tolerate us. They are superior, and they let us now if we don’t meet their expectations.
I’ve had more than twenty over my life; all individuals. Some have been feral, but ended up as loving lap cats. Some have dossed here, accepting tuna, chicken as their god given right, with a disdainful look, if I’m lucky. I currently have four, Chairman Meow, my Persian, who follows me everywhere, and demands being centre of attention at all times, he tolerates a couple of friends, as long as they admire him from a distance. He likes DS, puts up with adult DDs who visit, but dislikes one son in law, and hisses at him. Two siblings, a gorgeous black and white girl, who is a dream, laid back, loves cuddles. Her sister is black, gorgeous too, but has catitude. Currently we have been adopted by a stray, who lives in our conservatory overnight. Been squatting for 2 years, he’s cute, but bossy. We feed him, provide him with a basket and blanket, he left a mouse to say thank you yesterday. I can’t imagine a home without cats.