I protest. I am not my cat's guardian. I am her 24-hour on-call masseur.

And that we feed her, groom her and clean up her litter. And serve as a heating pad in the winter. She's got a good thing going here.
Last night she was particularly lovey-dovey, still high from playing with a new catnip toy Robert got for her. If she were a drinker, I think she'd be one of those affectionate "I love you man!" kind of drunks.
Next week is Be Kind to Animals Week, but I doubt our little princess will notice the difference.