When you see this picture, you may think, “Awwww. Cute, gentle, little Hobbes is having his neck scratched. Isn’t that just so sweet?”
However, I’d like to draw your attention to those paws…the ones with the death grip around my hand. Turns out, when a 20 pound cat grabs your hand to assure that you don’t stop scratching his neck until HE says you can–on pain of certain death…
you just kinda keep scratching his neck, whether you want to or not…
till the end of time…
or until he falls asleep.
Good grief.
A slave in my own house.
