Usually in human-pet relationships, the human is the “parent,” and the pet is the “child.”
Sometimes Esme gets confused, and she tries to be the parent. Usually she uses discipline: she scratches me.
Just when I start to wonder if Esme really loves me or if she just loves scratching me, she does something a loving parent would do.
- Keep it warm.
- Keep it from hitting the wall.
- Act like a helmet in case psychokillers break-in in the middle of the night.
Or she sleeps by my head because she knows her loud purring will wake me up an hour before my alarm, annoying me so much that I may get up and feed her just to get her to stop.
That might be it.