Well it's over. Mom's family has left the state. She claims she's wiped out, and frankly I don't mind because the snuggle opportunities are excellent. I was denied a lot of lap time over this week and I'm making up for lost time.
Mom is just lolling about like a human heating pad. If I want pets I just move into her sight-line and pets are given, if I want her warmth only I just move out of arm-length and she's too lazy to move. It's great.
Somehow I've missed getting any leftovers (much less first-overs) from all the feasting, but I know they'll make it up to me somehow. I just hope it involves lots of gravy.
Only Aunt Jenny made it out to Casa De Housecat this week. I decided she was worthy of my presence and allowed her to bask in my glory. She gained brownie points by gushing over how cute I was, but she didn't bring any toys or snacks, so I did not fully roll out the welcome mat. I did manage to sneak onto the table and amused with some of my cutest moves.
I was going to allow some petting, but she made a classic petting blunder of crossing the petting hand across my face and I considered a little nibble, but I resisted, because I am a good hostess. Why do humans not realize that the right hand should pet the right side and the left hand should pet the left. If you must cross over, at least do it behind the head where I can't see it.
Good pets are like sausage, we don't want to see how it happens, we just want to enjoy the end results.