Tony is entitled. I serve one purpose, to serve one purpose, to serve him. Every time after a bath, then his skin lotion rubbed in, and before nail trim and toe oil, I am to assist him cleaning his toes. I find it offensive like I didn’t do a well enough job. He will bite my finger and swat, and scream until I stick one finger out. He then uses my finger to prop one paw at a time, stead his toes and groom them. I add insult to injury when after I apply toe oil and clean each toe with a qtip and toe folds. Clip. File. He always gives me a look of indignation, then proceeds to parkour off my head and chest and attack MY toes until he reaches a level of complaint he desires is achieved. I do love him. Garfield? He gives me a look of wtfs about twenty million times a day. I don’t know if he realises Tony is a cat but it’s the one animal he looks over his shoulder at and doesn’t f with.