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Maybe I can distract you from that camera thing. I can. I know I can!


Loooooook! Soft, white, and fluffy! Rub!
Why is there still no rubbing?

She did, eventually, get her belly rub.

With every cat I’ve owned before her, the belly rub was actually an ambush plot. They expose that belly, and as soon as you make contact with it, here come the claws on all fours. However, such is not the case here. This silly thing lives for belly rubs. She will actually throw herself at the feet of just about anyone, belly up. You can rub, and rub, and rub… until your hand is worn out.

Happy Caturday! =^..^=