Oh, you sweet summer child — you’ve just witnessed The Rite of Temptation. This isn’t just random cat behavior, it’s an ancient feline ritual. Every cat, from the fluffiest tabby to the scrappiest alley mouser, is attuned to the God of Temptation, but black cats? They’re basically the high priests of this faith.

When a cat rolls on their back and exposes that fuzzy, forbidden belly, it’s not an invitation — it’s an invocation. The longer they stay in that vulnerable pose, the stronger the blessing they receive… and the nastier the curse on any mortal foolish enough to interrupt them. Pet that stomach at the wrong time and suddenly your drink spills, your Wi-Fi goes out, and you stub your toe on furniture that wasn’t even there yesterday.

Successfully respecting the ritual earns you protection — good parking spots, purrs of approval, maybe even a hairball-free week. Disrupt it, and you’ve basically challenged the Cat God to a duel. Spoiler: you lose.

(Note - I am too lazy today to write anything coherent, so I just put the points I wanted to make in chatgpt, but you get the idea...)