tales of a housecat

Wednesday

This means I like you.

That's right: I flip on my back, and point my belly at you, aimed like a shotgun full of cute. Just about everyone turns into a giggling teenaged girl when I do this. Suckers. I'm a predator, remember; maybe I'm doing this just to soften you up, meatbag, so I can get you in biting range. Or, maybe I've lived inside all my life, and the only thing I've ever hunted was fake mice thrown down the hall, feet under sheets, and the occasional bug, and I'm just a suck looking for validation. Either way, when I do this, you like me better, and it means I trust you enough to show you my soft undersides, acknowledging your food-chain prominence. Why else would I start the blog with this shot except for the gratification of an extreme need for attention that a simple ear scratch won't satisfy, and to signal an implicit trust of you, fair viewer? LOVE ME!