Cat diaries: One boy and his Po-cat

Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. It's one of those huggy-type relationships. Sometimes I make it out the door in time, but if not, then it's upside down and endearments into my ears. "Cute Po-cat..." I am the fearless hunter! "Oh, my Po-cat... look at Po!" 

Ok, I do like my spotless white abdomen being rubbed, and my cheeks being squished, my ears gently pulled. The man-child does admire my claws and paws. But sometimes a cat has to do what a cat has to do... perhaps that's why he drops me on occasion?  I don't understand these humans!