Sweet Pea here.
I love Love LOVE my Daddy.
Sure, Mommy is OK--she feeds me and gives me treats and puddles of cream and sometimes I sleep with her--but my heart belongs to Daddy.
We have a Special Game.
Daddy wil be in his office and I prance past the doorway, waving my tail furrthers. I do this several times, occasionally mewing a sad little miaow...just to underscore how sad I am and that I need some luvvins to put everything all right.
He caves. Every. Single. Time.
Daddy gets up and says "I'm gonna GET you!", and I run like the WIND, ears over teakettle, hop up on the counter and into my bed on the shelf in the garden window.
Of course Daddy never catches me, my four feets are far faster than his meagre two.
My bed is sorta a long reach, so Daddy climbs up on the counter to give me the pettings I need so desperately! It's quite convenient for him, I know this because he says so.
He's also mentioned that the counter is cold...
I'm sure glad that I showed up at this house all those years ago, I got the Best Daddy in the World for me!
Do you have a Special Person?
XX Sweet Pea XX