Oh, let's see. NO, my kitties are not spoiled. I just find it relaxing to lie on the floor when I come in the house and give scritches and rubs.

I'm not spoiling Don Juan when I stop fixing supper and get out his Love Glove (TM) for a brushing, because this way he won't get all that nasty hair in his tummy. Besides, his yowls tend to distract my preparations and I let things burn. And he's so considerate, knowing when I need to take a break from knitting and climbing up on my shoulder so I have to stop knitting and hold him. Love listening to him purrrrrrrr.

I really enjoy Zerlina's company in the bathroom. That's why she has a special water dish of her own on the sink. And when I'm getting ready for bed, and she rolls on her back and shows me her cute bikini markings, how could I resist giving her ten minutes of playtime?

Goes without saying that they eat better than I do. But that's just my responsibility as a cat mom.

Liz