Again this morning I am persuaded my girl cat, Clary, thinks I'm a cat. When I wake up, I find her kneading me directly. Ian, the boy, usually kneads the blankets nearby. She licks me. He will nudge, head-butt, snuggle up to me, but licking is reserved for Clary. Today she also tried play-biting! I should play-bite with her. I am persuaded my girl cat, Clary, thinks I'm a cat. And so are we all cats.
We get a great kick out of laughing at cats as versions of ourselves -- or at least that's the way I see many of these pictures on the Net making fun of cats.