I’ll admit. In general, I think my cats are stupid. One of them pees in the dryer when he can and the other one likes to squoosh herself down between the back of the bookshelf and the window on the hottest days of the year and bake herself like a tiny cat-sized cake.
Sometimes, they appear to like to be petted, but often those times are followed by them turning on you and biting you, so maybe they didn’t want you to touch them after all.
Sometimes, they’ll sit at their half-filled food bowl and meow like it’s empty for as long as it take while you’re trying to watch a very insightful* episode of Dirty Jobs until you’re so annoyed that you come out, put more food in their bowl, still not good enough, go back out and put more in their bowl so that some falls on the floor where they promptly jump down, try to eat it, and end up having to run away from the dog who believes that everything on the floor is hers.
And one of them likes to wait until you fall asleep on the couch so that she can sit on your head and lick your forehead.
I’m just saying, these are not animals that seem to have a whole lot of sense or who understand cause and effect the same way the rest of us do.
And yet, they’ve learned to meow at the front door when they want to come back in.
*You know, one where dude has his shirt off.