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Well, when I was quite young (around 5?) we had a very easy going cat who allowed young Sultana to carry him around, straddling her forearm, head at elbow, while she sang karaoke into the tip of his tail, like a microphone.
Don't ask, I don't know.
These days one of my cats *LOVES * it if I vigorously scratch her back from shoulders to butt, with both hands. She'll get all purry and excited and army-crawl hilariously all over the living room, with me following her on my knees, keeping up the scratching. I tend to speak encouragingly to her in a strong Austrian accent during this time.
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