I need to get out more…
Mikayla won’t leave me alone at the moment. She gets in these moods now and again where she just sits by my chair looking at me expectantly, squeezing out the occasional “mew”. She does the same thing when I go to bed, once I’ve put my head on the pillow and started to close my eyes I’m quickly greeted by a cat in my face, looking at me, squeezing out more pleas for attention. If I roll the other way she follows around, persistently…
Freddie works in a more shark-like manner. He usually circles me a bit first, getting a feel for the terrain and potential angles of approach until he decides on a way in. Maybe he’ll lay down on the far side of the desk where it’s too much of a hassle for me to remove him. Then he slowly twists and slinks his way towards me until one outstretched paw can just rest on my hand, at which point the claws come out just a tiny bit, just so I know he’s there. If I even acknowledge that he’s touching me in any positive way, say by petting him or making eye contact, he pops up and starts trying to rub on my face. It’s cute, but damn if it’s not annoying. Like an Ewok with a spear, or a child Jonathan Taylor Thomas.
Note the reckless sprawling and complete disregard for the things around him. Textbook Freddie maneuver.
Mikayla when she isn’t being chatty
