My mom's cat, Cole, has a favorite toy. It's this thing. A hard plastic ball that rattles, on a string. It used to be a tie fighter from star wars, but it got played with so much it's just a ball now. The stick has broken a bunch of times. He's chewed through the string a few times and they've carefully knotted it back together for him. They've tried other stick and string toys, but the boy wants this one. Carries it around with him.
My mom's cat, Cole, wants you to grab and knead his belly skin. He will jump up and throw himself down against you and then scrabble around until he's in position, and he will lie there letting you do this for a very long time, and if you don't he gets upset, leaves, and comes back to repeat the process like maybe you just didn't get the point the first time.
Every time you've ever wanted to pet a cat's belly trap, you've been disallowed because Cole is hogging all the enjoying it.