And is it my Human so expertly twitching my favorite feather for me? No, Kitties, it is not. Though it pains me to admit, not only did I succumb to being Brushed by The Introodur, I also could not resist a vigorous fev-ver play session with him.
I am ashamed of myself. What's happened to me, Kitties? I have even approached and sniffed his hands, and (Ceiling Cat help me) napped in his presence. Yes, slumbered! Right out in the open, where he could have gotten all grabby-hands with me!
I must ponder in my flinty little heart the meaning of all this.