My cat likes me most. Rarely approaches anyone else. But if his fragile male ego gets bruised I’m the one who cops the scratching, biting and bunny kicks.
Just rescued him from the next door neighbours’ terrorist of a cat. Get him inside and try to give him a pep talk to make him feel better. Instead he launches at me. I tell him to fuck off, but know he’ll creep into bed with me in the night and expect me to be the big spoon.
WTF is wrong with cats? And men? AIBU?