Poor Kitty.

There is a meme in my family of origin called: "Poor kitty. Pooooor, poor kitty." We usually had a cat around the house. The cat was well-loved but also known to exist in a state of mutual tolerance. Cats invariably take themselves too seriously, and in so doing, set themselves up for good-natured taunting. This is how "Poor kitty" works: the cat pines away for some small luxury ("Meowwwwww!"). We reply: "Pooooor kitty. Pooor, poor kitty" with tragic expressions on our faces. It's fun! The fun comes from the fact that we feed this animal, give it the best spot in the house to sleep, let it in and out pretty much whenever it wants, and take it to the vet periodically, adore it liberally - and it has NO idea how good its life is. We know it has limited perspective because it's irritated about being in when it wants to be out or vice versa.

I can't help adding that the reason this is satisfying is that I, myself, AM a Poor Kitty. What's the matter, kitty? You can't fit in a jog? You're having car trouble? You don't get to vegetate tonight? Poor kitty. Poooor, poor kitty.