My 24 pound monster thinks I am here to serve her.
Her counterpart with my missus sees us as being here to save him from the floating invisible threat that chases him.
When I get home in the evening, my cats go to ‘wet food’ bowl and meow until food is placed in their bowl. Immediately after, they go to the back door and meow until the door is opened for them to go sit on the porch in the heat. When it’s finally dark, they come in, the door is closed and I don’t see them until it’s bedtime and they jump on the bed to get a good night nudge. I’m telling you, the only reason I think I’m alive (and still living in the house) is that I haven’t strayed from the rules.
A 24 pound cat? Wow ! Any pics?