I went downstairs a little while ago to grab a beer.

Mister Mittens was sitting by her feed dish and the kittens' feed dishes. As I walked by she made out a noise that sounded like "Ow!".

I stopped and turned around. Mister Mittens never moved, only stared at me.

I laid my empty down and went to grab the feed dishes. Mister Mittens chuckled out a "mew" and the next thing I knew I had three cats surrounding me by the kitchen sink as I washed the feed dishes and prepared dinner for three. They were rubbing up against my legs and mewing with joy.

I am just so happy that the cats that own me don't beat, bite, or claw me.

Whole new meaning to pussy whipped!!!