After dinner Toby has been in the habit of coming to my end of his couch and sniffing my offered finger. A few days ago, he stepped back and rolled over, offering me his tummy to tickle.
I am not so stupid.
Tonight I had a feather handy and while he lingered near my finger, I patted him with the feather. On his cheeks and on his spine. He enjoyed it!
He then retired to his end of his couch (and his hot pad).
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