Flower loved belly rubs. But sometimes she could only handle them for so long. When she had had enough or she was in a feisty mood (often in the morning, when I would pet her before getting out of bed), she would grab my hand with her front paws, bite it with her teeth, and scratch at my hand with both of her hind paws. I was a often surprised that she never broke the skin while doing this. I never figured out for sure if she thought she was playing or not. She liked these pets, though, and I liked to give them to her. Sometimes she would lie in the sun, and sometimes she would be on the white couch in the front room or on her house in the front window or on the blue rug in the sun by the door. It didn't matter where she was, really. But I guess I always knew when she had enough. Other times she seemed to lie there forever. The more vigorous the rub, the better. I could tell when she really wanted one because she would roll over on her back when I walked in the room. I don't think I knew a cat who enjoyed belly rubs as much as Flower.
