Thor got it into his head yesterday that he needed an extended petting, chin scratching, admiration session held for him. On top of the comic book collection. Now Thor is usually not the snuggly cat. He sort of tolerates us for our can opening skills and water bowl filling skills and of course, litter box emptying skills.
So when he demands love and attention, he gets it. And like most reasonably intelligent four year olds, he knows to time it approximately 10 minutes before I have to leave for work.
You want to pet me, yes you do.
Don't deny it.
The great white belly beseeches you to pet it.
Thor sez: Fine! Go to work. I'll be okay, even if my belly is cold and sad and all alone.