My family contributes to the phenomenon by giving a home to three attention-hungry cats. My host father refers to them as the regalonas (which roughly translates to the pampered, spoiled favorites) of the house. I definitely see where he's coming from. They sit wherever they want, and there have been times when my host parents have encouraged me to pick a different seat at the dinner table rather than disturb a sleeping cat. They whine to get in and out of the house, and everyone happily opens doors for them. They sleep curled up on my pillow, and they protest loudly when I move them so I can go to sleep. Worst of all, they all still have all of their claws (which may be the real reason they rule the roost).
So far this week, a different cat has kept me company each night. Last night, Mancha slept curled in a ball at my feet....until 6 a.m., when she decided it was time to wake up and started purring in my ear and licking my face. Tonight, it's Natalia who refuses to leave my bed. I'm anticipating another early wake up call. They're cute but they need too much petting all of the time. Ayyyyy gatitas!
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