I know. I am trapped at a beach house with free meals and people and animals who love me. Send help.
My mum and I have a habit, when I visit, of lying down on their bed and talking about anything and everything that's going on in our lives before maybe getting a bit sleepy and having a nap (it's a tough life). It's a little ritual that we both love and we're very close because of it.
And we love doggie cuddles more than anything else, so we call the dogs to come and join us, and they come, tails wagging, eyes smiling, affection at the ready.
We are truly the masters. We get affection when we require it (and other times too, but that's not my point).
CC, however, is a different story. As a new cat owner (the last cat I had was our family's cats, when I was a teenager at home) I am a different person with her than I am the dogs.
I am her bitch.
When I want cuddles doesn't matter. She doesn't come when she's called.
When SHE wants cuddles, however, I stop everything because I take it when I can get it. I have in fact pushed my laptop away three times since beginning writing this because she wanted head scratches and tummy rubs and who was I to argue? Whereas I am the leader of the dog pack, and they are eternally grateful for all the love and tummy rubs I give them, I am the cat's slave, I take her affection when she deigns to bestow it on me and I'm happy about it.
Cat owners, that sounds about right, doesn't it.