My cat Grace has begun to take on a proprietorial air.
For the last couple of months, she meets me on my bed after I get out of the shower and demands that I pet her.
Before I can even get dressed.
If I don’t, she will paw at me till I do.
When I lay on my bed to read a book, she will lay on my hands, wallow on the top of the pages, and generally make a nuisance of herself till I pet her., talk to her, or in some way acknowledge her presence.
When I laid out the quilt on the floor, to pin the bottom to the top, she sat on it so I couldn’t move it.
We ended up having to lock the poor girl up so that I could finish.
When I tied off the quilt, she thought that I had the string out just for her.
At least she keeps my feet warm.