Today is Hug Your Cat Day. If you have ever lived with a cat you know that not all of them want to be hugged. In fact, I would venture to say that most cats don't want to be hugged. Now, don't get me wrong, they are often very happy to curl up in your lap, on their terms, when they are ready. But real hugging, not so much. They also aren't fond of being dressed up in doll clothes, a lesson I learned when I was five. Heathcliff (my father named him) did not like the bonnet. When I was much older and wiser, I learned to let the cats come to me. At that time I had two cats, sisters from the same litter, who liked to take turns snuggling on my lap. I'm not sure how they did it, probably magic, but they could switch without my noticing. I would be absentmindedly patting one of them, while reading or watching TV, and glance down to see that it was the other cat on my lap, and I had never missed a pat. Very strange, but they seemed satisfied with the arrangement, so I went along with it. It's the easiest way with cats.
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