Tummy slut extreme

Cleo has a ritual she follows every night. She starts bringing her toys to
my office door any time after 9:00 pm and yodeling her head off. This means
that it's time for all good slaves to be in bed. If I go to the bathroom
anytime after this ritual starts, we must stop every three feet for a tummy
rub. She enjoys this very much and it usually followed by much rolling over.
But it also gives her occasion to be mischievous and if you are not paying
attention, you may loose a finger or two.

Kreisleriana...

How funny! Stinky herds me to bed too. ;)

Theresa

Make Levees, Not War

Tonight Cleo was on my lap on the couch and I thought I would test her love
of the tummy rub. I put my hand under her front legs and lifted her back
against my chest to rub her tummy. Dogs like this, but cats don't like the
exposed position. Cleo did not care in the least, she made no attempt to
escape and was loving the tummy rubbing. She is our very self assured little

Enfilade...

They don't? Smokey has us fooled.

My dad had a cat and he used to pick him up, turn him upside down so
that his head was facing down and his tail up, put him back-first
against his thighs (head pointing at ground, tail pointing to father's
waist), and pet his belly, using the friction of the petting to stop
the cat from falling headfirst to the ground. And Lostie, the silly
twit, would purr and purr, utterly oblivious to the fact that any sane
cat should be buggin' at the very idea.

kitty.