Reasons my husband thinks I am like the kitties:
- I like to be petted.
- I like to snuggle under the covers.
- I am well-groomed, sometimes prissy.
- I want to be where the people I like are.
- I am sometimes fickle and unpredictable in my desire for attention and affection.
- My concept of personal space is heavily influenced by where I think I might be most comfortable, even if that happens to be in your personal space.
- I make happy noises when scritched.
- Baths are a necessity.
- So are naps.
- I am curious, sometimes in a reckless fashion.
- I can manage some incredibly graceful things, then trip over my own shadow.
- It's possible that one time I was sitting on the bed, applying lotion to my legs and he happened to walk in while I had one leg straight in the air... I mean, something like that could potentially happen
Reasons I believe my husband to be like the dog:
- He torments* the cats** for no discernible reason.
- He is pleased with simple things like food and moving air.
- He likes to run around the backyard, though he isn't as interested in chasing the squirrels as the dog is.
- He twitches in his sleep as though chasing squirrels.
- He wants to be near me all the time.
- He prefers to lie down in a belly-to-the-ceiling sprawl.
- If not brushed properly after a bath, his hair will stand up every-which-way.
- He keeps me safe and warm.
*chases, makes sudden loud and inexplicable noises in their general direction, and pesters them when they clearly just want to lie in an adorable puddle of cuteness.
**also, sometimes me
**also, sometimes me
