Cats know when suckers live inside

I grew up in a household that collected cats.

Every so often, my mother would come home with a stray, or as word got out in the Feline Nation, they would wander up to our house and camp outside, knowing suckers lived inside.

Thus, I’m used to cats, know cats, and have developed a healthy respect for them as a species. They simply live their lives the way I would if given the opportunity: Do nothing, lay around, seek interaction only when I want to, and eat and drink to my stomach’s content. And occasionally bathe using my tongue.