I don’t think he quite understands how to be a cat. Don’t get me wrong, he is a gorgeous, dribbling, lump of floof, but he’s not like any other cat I’ve had or known:
He goes out in the rain.
You can stroke him anywhere. In fact, he wants you to!
He’s quite happy to have his tail messed with - brushed, gently tugged, bent around and poked in his ear.
He’s quite happy to have his toe beans stroked and his paws played with.
He doesn’t know how to open a door that is already ajar.
He sits on or by my lap while I’m knitting and doesn’t mess with the yarn.
And now he has stepped OFF the heated pad that is on my lap! He was curled up on my lap until the pad was warm, and then he got off. He’s now curled up on the sofa next to me.
What cat gets off a heated pad?
🙀