One of the best cats we ever had was our jet black, pretty, long hair that we named “Big Al”....as in Al Sharpton...
He’d lay on my wife’s chest at night, and she would pet him. As she drifted off to sleep, Al would extend one toenail into the soft flesh of her chin, just enough to wake her up, and continue petting him...
>>He’d lay on my wife’s chest at night, and she would pet him. As she drifted off to sleep, Al would extend one toenail into the soft flesh of her chin, just enough to wake her up, and continue petting him...
Boy, did he ever have your wife trained. Or perhaps I should say... BLACKMAILED!