I think they learn who they have to win overI am not a cat person so the thing that I like about Boone and Gracie is that they chose me to love the most instead of my husband who is a cat person. I love seeing how jealous he gets when he calls them over for pets and they ignore him and then hop up on my lap instead.
would stand up, put his front paws on my leg and look closely into my face, as if to ask, "You OK?" It always made things better, knowing that someone cared.
Love this
My Lila snores tooPhoebe’s power snores. She’s a slim little cat but I can hear her snoring a room away.
Daisy’s bunting and grabbing my arm with her paw when she really wants attention/food.
The sheer amount of affection from both of them.
The way Phoebe races out whenever I bring the folding chair into the lounge. It means a visitor, and visitors exist to entertain her and provide laps to sit on, not do trivial things like change humans’ dressings or talk to them.
She doesn't snore loudly but if she's cuddled up beside me I can hear it. With her snoring and my 5 pound dog snorting loudly when she yawns I feel like I'm living in a little piggy pen. 
Daisy went all-out cuddle darling before. I lay down for a nap. She and Phoebe were already on the bed (their usual daytime place). Daisy didn’t just curl up against me, she cuddled under my chin (I was on my side), bunted, purred, washed my face, and held my arm. I didn’t get much of a nap but it was worth it.Phoebe’s power snores. She’s a slim little cat but I can hear her snoring a room away.
Daisy’s bunting and grabbing my arm with her paw when she really wants attention/food.
The sheer amount of affection from both of them.
The way Phoebe races out whenever I bring the folding chair into the lounge. It means a visitor, and visitors exist to entertain her and provide laps to sit on, not do trivial things like change humans’ dressings or talk to them.
And when she’s hungry in the morning, she sits quietly next to her plate rather than waking me. Such a blessing! 
Sarah is an over-dramatic bather, on herself or the others. I love that little pause where they just freeze and stare. She usually leaves her tongue stick out a half inch or so too
Willie, the younger of the two, would greet anyone he saw by walking up to them, sitting at their feet, and gently placing his paw on their leg and holding it there until he got some loving. One day, our kennel manager was heading out to leave for the day. As she went to leave, Willie stopped her by sitting at her feet, placing his paw on her leg, and gazing at her. She pet him. She went to leave, and he did it again. He did this a few times, and Levi came over and pounced on Willie, pinned him down, and held him there. We laughed so hard, it was like Levi the Womanizer said "The Lady...Said...No." We sure miss those two.
This is so sweet, funny and true: cats read us like a book. So much they can emote w/out using human words. This is why, when Zorro needs a blood test, I can’t hold him down for the traveling vet: he knows all my weaknesses and when to start writhing so she can’t draw blood. I’m just a wuss. It’s almost as if their DNA is ESP.We had two big yellow long haired cats at work that have unfortunately passed away. The joke was always that Levi, the oldest, loved the ladies
You're not a wuss
I've held a lot of animals that weren't mine for blood draws or shots. My 13 year old dog was at the vets a few years ago for a blood draw, and the vet allowed me to hold him but told me they had to take blood from his jugular as his little veins in his legs are very tiny and it would actually be less stressful, and I said OK. I held my dog in a very loose and gentle hold, and the vet drew the blood and I watched confidently. But something about seeing MY dog having blood drawn from HIS neck and seeing HIS blood go into that syringe made the world go gray and I had to sit down. I've watched spays, neuters, c-sections, dentals, etc., but I refuse to participate for any surgery involving any of my own. Their DNA is ESP but so is ours
She’s so much better behaved than my two - zoomies are for under, over and around my bed anytime after lights out.Betty White has her own inner code of conduct that I never taught her. Don’t enter the kitchen from the ground. But the counter is okay. I did encourage her to develop this exception to her stay out of the kitchen rule that I never taught her. But she comes onto the cat food prep counter only. The other counter with the microwave and the stovetop is off-limits. She somehow knows this and we don’t ever argue about it.
Don’t wake Dad. Cuddles are nice but we sleep apart. And zoomies are for the other room while Dad is sleeping.
Yeah. I kinda lucked out with her. She doesn’t even wake me in the mornings when she’s hungry. She just sits next to her food plate and knows that I have alarms set and won’t miss her mealtimes. Now if I’m awake when she’s hungry, those are different rules…She’s so much better behaved than my two - zoomies are for under, over and around my bed anytime after lights out.
…that I didn’t teach her. 
