There is nothing better on this earth than a cat that enjoys tummy rubbins. My roomates cat loved them, and I would take like an hour long break from working on my senior project to destress and rub her tummy and scritch her chin. Her purrs weren't usually audible, but you'd feel her romble and she'd be kneading away. She's still alive and well, just me and her person graduated and went our seperate ways. I miss her a lot tbh. I'll never forget hearing a funny noise, turning around, and seeing her lapping ranch dressing out of a container my roomate left out. She loves anything salty or greasy, but wouldn't try to eat your food, just maybe lick it if you left it unattended. She did love to sniff my dinner though.
Yeah back scratches are great and all, but have you ever noticed the exact moment when your nose becomes completely unblocked and you can suck as much air as you want through either nostril?
Yeah, generally it's whatever they enjoy the most. Some people have multiple favorites, others only have one. Some people have context-sensitive favorites (e.g. "my favorite color is purple, except I also like cyan on dark backgrounds, turquoise on accent tiles, and if it's on a British sports car, British racing green"), others just have all-time favorites. That said, I do find it kinda weird when someone only has a single favorite thing, but humans are strange I guess.
What culture are you from where having favorite colors is foreign? Genuinely asking, because favorite colors are a huge part of identity and self expression in the US.
I genuinely have a visceral reaction. My hand involuntarily reaches mach 2 while moving away from any raw pottery I have accidentally brushed up against
There is not one thing that affects the other senses I can truly feel comfortable about saying is my favorite; but sex is most definitely my favorite sense of touch.