Ok, and to show how beans and cats have different per... pur... spectives (you know, interpret the same thing different), check out this message from my man to my woman:
Went home for lunch today, munched on some light stuff. While I was reading at the computer, Bonnie was rubbing around and standing up to rub my knee a few times until she finally jumped up and found out what all this lap business is about. She very purposely sat down and went through a few minutes of purring while I finished reading. Back in the hallway as I left for work again though, the growling and hissing returned.
No, no, no! He's got it all wrong. Let me set the record straight. He was in my chair again. I was NOT snuggling. I don't DO snuggling. I was just getting my chair back. That's where I belong, all day, efurry day.
Have I cleared things up for you all? I don't snuggle. I won't tolerate Victor. I'm Bonnie, the original Attack Tabby.
And speaking of Victor, he did the most disgusting thing yesterday. He kissed my woman... on the lips! She had just eaten a candy before she picked him up. He says he just wanted to smell her mouf, but I saw him. He planted his front paws on her cheeks and turned her face and kissed her! Ewwwwwww.