I married a man with a cat last fall. Sweetie the cat, adopted when his daughter moved, is the empress of the domain. ( and I am fine with that because she never enters my studio.).
The persnickety puss loves moving water. She has an endearing meow which I interpret as, “Get that faucet turned on now. I am languishing.” She prefers that her human serve her, immediately. This is a well established pattern for both cat and man.
The Creative Sprint task for today: do someone else’s role.