When Michael and I adopted Peake and Watson, I was hoping that two cats might give me an edge. You see, I have this terrible problem. Cats love Michael. Doesn’t matter where we are, strays will try to follow him home, cats that aren’t friendly even to their owners will love Michael. We’ll go to a friend’s house, and by the end of the night, if that person has a cat, the cat will be camped out on Michael’s lap.
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| Watson sleeping |
It’s problematic for two reasons. I have to compete with the cat for Michael’s affections *grins* AND I don’t stand a chance of a cat liking me more than Michael. I was hoping that if we had two cats, I’d increase my chances of one of them liking me at least as much as Michael.
If I have any hope of that happening, it rests with Watson. Watson shows all signs of mellowing out into a cuddle cat. While he isn’t there yet (he’s still a kitten, though less so than in this picture) he will be the one to leap into my lap when I’m working at my desk and snuggling with me.
