Yep, I get it. Think I have it, used to have a very independent tomcat living with me (he was not my pet, they were all my flatmates, one of the dogs was my brother, so you get an idea of the type of relationships going on). We got along very well, but he LOVED to play-hunt me around the apartment (he had a lot of verticality at his disposal), so much so that he became that lovable sort of annoying. He’d hop in my lap and I’d get that urge to lovingly squish his brains out when massaging his face (he also loved this=))) ).

Or how I’d hug my first cat Maia, a very Bothered™ and aloof individual in general, giving her a tight but benign squeeze, or would hold her for a couple more seconds once she’d had enough of the touching, already!:))