There is nothing better on this earth than a cat that enjoys tummy rubbins. My roomates cat loved them, and I would take like an hour long break from working on my senior project to destress and rub her tummy and scritch her chin. Her purrs weren’t usually audible, but you’d feel her romble and she’d be kneading away. She’s still alive and well, just me and her person graduated and went our seperate ways. I miss her a lot tbh. I’ll never forget hearing a funny noise, turning around, and seeing her lapping ranch dressing out of a container my roomate left out. She loves anything salty or greasy, but wouldn’t try to eat your food, just maybe lick it if you left it unattended. She did love to sniff my dinner though.
Especially the soft belly fur that they defend with extreme prejudice.
There is nothing better on this earth than a cat that enjoys tummy rubbins. My roomates cat loved them, and I would take like an hour long break from working on my senior project to destress and rub her tummy and scritch her chin. Her purrs weren’t usually audible, but you’d feel her romble and she’d be kneading away. She’s still alive and well, just me and her person graduated and went our seperate ways. I miss her a lot tbh. I’ll never forget hearing a funny noise, turning around, and seeing her lapping ranch dressing out of a container my roomate left out. She loves anything salty or greasy, but wouldn’t try to eat your food, just maybe lick it if you left it unattended. She did love to sniff my dinner though.