I'm increasingly convinced that my #FloofDaughter's love language is "You stay over there, and I'll deign to be in the same room as you." 😽
You never saw my Hobbes.
I would come home in the evening, run into my room, hop on the bed, and he would come into the room, purring like a maniac, climb over me and start vigorously cleaning his sabertooth on my chin.
My previous cat was like a small child that can't bear to be away from his dad. #Mira is like a teenaged daughter that thinks I'm the lamest thing since non-sliced bread*. 😒
The real kicker is that friends will come to visit and she'll come and sit on their lap. The most she does is allow me to pet her, if and only if she's in her comfortable spot.
* said from a teenager's perspective. I don't care about pre-sliced bread. Gimme some bread with character, any day.