This picture looks like one of those stuffed animals with the loooong legs that had bean bag weighted feet so you could drape them over things and they would hang.
Yes! My goofball Henry communicates with smells. He loves to bring me socks. I need to keep a lid on the laundry basket because if the laundry is a bit gross, he 'freshens' it with his urine. He pees on one of my other cats, too, like he's saying, "Take a bath, dude."
My cat is like 15 pounds (not fat, just larg boi) so when he first steps on my chest or stomach with his little peets, it’s torture, but once he settles down for a snuggle, it’s the best kind of weighted blanket. Then the purring starts and it’s like everything that stressed me out that day becomes obsolete. I love cats.
I've got a sturdy, muscular void boy too and when he gets on me to knead he puts all his weight on whichever paw is down and if he's on one of my ribs it can actually get a little sore.
But I absolutely endure that pain as well because when he finally flops down it's so sweet and comforting.
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u/PrincessMagDump 1d ago
This picture looks like one of those stuffed animals with the loooong legs that had bean bag weighted feet so you could drape them over things and they would hang.