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A Twitter post by Dana Schwartz @DanaSchwartzzz that reads Whenever I scold my cat, I use the royal we" so she doesn’t feel so ashamed. “We don’t eat that. We don’t chew on electrical cords," I say. It’s as if I, too, have a problem with eating wires or plastic I found on the floor and she and I are working on that problem together.
That’s so sweet. We bottlefed my first soulcat. The rest of their life, they would drape themselves on top of my arm for comfort. They slept on top of/along my arm at night. I haven’t slept well since they passed
We have one now, actually the successor to the cat I mentioned above, who likes to relax on my arm. Right now he’s catloafing on one of my legs, not sure what’s up with that, but his usual position is to lay across my left arm.
We have another that cuddles with me at night. Occasionally I’ll wake up, and he’ll realize I’m awake and demand cuddles. He’s pretty good about not waking me up, usually.