There is no other title that appropriately fits these photos. Rusty, who does have a delicate stomach, has me so twisted round his little dew claw that the following (though not a daily ritual) does happen on a fairly frequent basis.
Breakfast in bed occurs when he doesn’t leap out and follow me to the kitchen in the mornings while I make his breakfast. If he stays laying in bed and I am not dashing out to an appointment I will bring his breakfast into the bedroom and lay a tablecloth (fuzzy blanket) over the end of the bed for him to eat off.
Then if he doesn’t leap up I acknowledge that he may need a tummy rub.
Happy kitty, breakfast in background. I know if I have stopped the belly rub too soon because when I do … this is what happens.
If that LOOK doesn’t do it he chitters at me till I complete the appropriate amount of tummy relaxing rubbing.
I give up saying that I am “not controlled by my cats”. I admit it. I am.
(always willing though – the purrs make it worth it)