When Duncan wants a really good pet, he uses his Paw of Strength to hold my hand to his face/chest so that I definitely get to the right spots for his pets (chest is his favorite!) and that I don’t stop. An added bonus is that when he’s really feelin’ good and the pets are just what he’s looking for, he drools. Not just drool, but disgusting cat breath drool. It’s nasty and I hate it.
I mean, I’m glad and all that he’s enjoying himself and we’re bonding and yadda, yadda, yadda, but I hate the drool.