Pickles and Hillary jump up on me when I sit on the reclining sofa (most photos are taken fro this vantage point) and immediately present their asses for inspection. I always figured they were so young when I rescued them (orphaned as they were) that they think I’m their mother.
After reading this, follow up with “Speaking Cat” (https://contrafactual.com/2014/03/17/speaking-cat/) and Bottled Water (https://contrafactual.com/2013/12/06/bottled-water/)