Of course as we’re walking up to my campsite together late at night at around 1 in the morning, Mini Scaredy has to stop at least 5 times along the way and roll over on her back and demand that I pet her right now. Which is inconvenient. Because I’m usually way drunk and just want to stagger up the hill to my campsite and pull out my blankets and crawl up and go to sleep and forget about everything. So I don’t have time for this kind of tomfoolery.
But of course I stop and give her some pets.
Cats have their priorities straight. Ha ha.