Tom does that is. One of his signature “pet me” moves. The classic set up is as today. I’m in the kitchen at the stove focused on making a late lunch. He silently assesses which leg I’m standing most of my weight on. Quietly approaches, then with expert precision, taps the back of my non weight bearing leg in just the right spot to cause my leg to buckle. As I’m caught off guard trying to rebalance and get my leg back under me, he scoots his head and front end between my legs and wa-la he is now in his preferred petting location.
Sigh, how can I say no? He’s lucky he’s so cute.