Because my parents (aka, Grandma and that Hairless One Who Does Not Pet) came to visit yesterday.
Her Highness was good as gold letting Grandma pet her, and was quietly sleeping otherwise so as not to startle the Hairless Non Petter again (last time she did it, he turned around to see a 10 lb mini tiger flying at him. That kinda killed the relationship). Chubberkins does. not. care. She came over and laid down in between them, belly up, paws in the air, with the "rub my tummy" look.
However, after they left. Oh. My. Goodness. Her Highness started whining and crying that SHE wasn't admired ENOUGH and petted ENOUGH and fussed over ENOUGH by Grandma and the Non Petter. Oh, and jerks that we are, we would not let her outside to chase after the huge Canada Goose that was nibbling at the grass. The horror.