Whenever I flop down on the couch, Bean makes sure that I know that my lap is her property and that I am just here for her comfort and entertainment.
First she gives me the grump face.
Then the evil, upside-down “I’m watching you” face.
Then she falls asleep looking like a little angel.
But she will always make sure to keep a predatory paw on my thigh just to make sure I don’t get away.
It would be touching if it didn’t leave me with claw marks. I’m not sure whether or not this means I’m her bitch or not, but I certainly am a sucker for her crazy fluffy face.
**Sidenote: My husband, who works from home, was traumatized that I was actually writing a blog post about our cat, but just after he said that, he picked her up and in his talking-to-animals voice squeaked out “Come here, cutie bean! Daddy wants to snuggle you!” Now, I ask you, which of these things is lamer? **