Unfortunately, most of them did NOT like my whims.
As I aged, I still liked animals, A LOT. I still wanted them to WANT to sit in my lap and be pet. But... I had "matured". I didn't chase them near as much as I did as a youngster - although, I'm pretty sure I still grabbed a cat a time or two and plopped it in my lap -- forcing it to accept my affections.
Then..... I had children. Pets were, well, pets. I liked them ok, but... could care less if I pet them much.
I'd pat their heads or give their bellies a quick rub if they were nearby, but I didn't have that need to "nurture" them any longer. My motherly instincts were being met by 6 less furry critters.
|Silas - curled up, happily napping - as he often does in my lap|
|Apollos "roaching" on the couch - |
a new found pleasure he didn't have before moving to the mountains
Funny how life works. It IS nice to have them seek out my affection --once in a while. They are cute; not to mention soft and furry; plus, they never talk back or get sassy or roll their eyes at me.