I also use Fae/Faer alongside She/Her. Transfemme Genderfae and proud!
Me. Thankfully generally not my face, but anywhere else is fair game, including wiggling until faces are pressed into my armpits and I’m cradling a cat on either side.
Second would be a fuzzy blanket or a pet bed, though pet beds are preferred in a cardboard box, so they can have the “luxury cat hotel” experience of bringing in all the current favorite toys to curl up with.
I have a day off on Saturday, and I’ve already declared it a “do nothing” day. I’m picking up cat treats and catnip/silvervine, have my comfy leggings washed and ready, and informed my manager that the only way I’ll be coming in is if a deity decides to reveal themselves at the store and requests my audience specifically, both on video and in writing, in triplicate.
It’s going to be a nice, restful day of stoned snuggles and maybe some nipped-up Baby Battlebox matches(they love getting all hyped up, bouncing into their cardboard boxes, and wrestling).
“You remind me of Buddy. He gets that same look in his eye, right when he finds the right spot to take a dump. You’re gonna go far, kid, we’re taking you to the park after this!”
I have one who does that. Then he comes to see if I’ve taken my socks off yet or not. He just loves feet.
He’s also the worst for worming his way up my torso to shove his head into my armpit.