Thank you. He’s a sweetie pie, that’s for sure. Bossy sometimes, but resigned to his fate of being
booted off my chair when I return to it after getting up to work on the laundry or other things.
And by “booted off” I mean that I gently pick him up, cuddle him until he purrs, and place him
gently on the floor with his face toward the food bowl, preferably filled with tuna and cheese.
Poor guy has a tough life, I’ll tell you what. ;-)
That’s the only way to treat ‘em. :)