Whenever the suitcase comes out, Cringer spends most of his sleeping hours (and let’s face it, as a cat, most of his hours are sleeping hours) sprawled across it in varying levels of comfort.
There are several reasons for this.
1. It has fascinating smells from the airports it’s been to.
2. It is terrifically comfortable, and conforms to his contours or whatever.
3. It signifies that the human Mommy is going on another trip, and he must do what he can to prevent her leaving.
I like to pretend #3 is the main reason. Cringer gets mopey and whiny when I go away, and I expect multiple texts of “he’s so annoying” which means I taught him well. He’s a big scaredy cat momma’s boy and what more could I, as a crazy cat person, ask for?
My Grammie says her cats all used to do the same thing, presumably for the same reasons. They weren’t sentimental and goopy like Cringer, and I don’t think they spent a lot of time whining for their mother, but at heart they loved their humans.
Dogs might be more loyal in theory, but this little guy greets me when I come home, cries when he wants me to come to bed for cuddles, and rarely purrs for anyone else. That’s loyalty, right there.
Plus he doesn’t shit on the floor like the other cat, so there’s that.