I just like having them in my hands, or looking at them. Or teaching them bad words because their mother taught me bad words when I was squeezable. But mostly I like talking to them.
It's been 8,5 years and my brain still hasn't found a way to adjust to my cat's perfection, I still haven't squeezed her like a furry jam but I can feel the cuteness overload.
*Squeezes nicengelman*