Meow, you can have some sugar in your coffee after you pet me for five minutes. if you are allergic to my dander or saliva, you are not require to touch, but you will be asked to deliver a full tuna to me on an ashet even if you think such a request is too much. Also, if you relay any comments suggesting the mug holding these guarded sugar packets is kitsch, I will be obligated to provide—across your hand—a clawed scritch. Yes, I understand you may feel my demands are a trifle unreasonable if not absurd, but I can assure you that my alienist says it is healthy to be honest and open with my feelings and needs, so if I espy you walking away while flashing me the bird, to you, wrath will be incurred—and possibly, as well, slur-purred. ; )