It’s not Friday anymore…but I wanted to post this and didn’t remember until today. So at my Friday night home meeting at the Mendlers’, there’s this one cat. I’m not very good with cat classifications so I can’t really say what kind of cat it was, but it’s okay, because it’s not that relevant to the story.
So this past Friday, I’m sitting on one of the chairs before dinner begins, and the cat come’s in from outside with a group of arriving brothers and sisters. It’s hard to tell whether cats will ever respond to you or not at any given time, but I try anyways to signal for it to come over. And surprisingly, it does and even jumps onto my lap. As expected, the cat shifts around trying to make itself comfortable, but the next think I know, its head is pressed into my chest and I feel the pressure of the front paws alternately pushing against me.
It was a really interesting behavior, but I was pretty confused, “What is going on?!” Apparently it’s supposed to be a positive sign, meaning that the cat feels happy or comfortable around me, but I was also a little worried for my hoodie (okay, a lot worried), because I could feel the claws digging in each time. Though I was flattered that I somehow make good enough of a nest to trigger the kneading behavior, I didn’t want to risk my hoodie getting shredded, so I made it stop. Then after a while, it got bored and jumped off.
Yeah. It’s not that exciting a story, but I thought I’d share anyway.