Our cat (we'll call him "Bubba", since that's what we call him) has apparently made a New Year's resolution.
What would that be, to sleep more, eat more, make the litter box fill up more?
No, our little Bubba has decided that he needs to quit holding back his feelings and show the world (well, the world that exists inside our house) his true feelings.
The little man is in love. With me.
When I first met my husband (and subsequently, his cat) he was insistent that the two of us get along. He always reminded me to pet the little guy, and in turn urged the cat to bond with me.
He's now like a little boy with a crush. He follows me around the house (even when I tell him I'm just getting up to grab some water and will be right back). When I wake up, he's lying by my side (well, more like next to my head on my pillow). When I get home, he jumps off the bed and runs to greet me, or at least, he'll wake up and walk to the edge of the bed so it's easier for me to pet him.
Yesterday, though, was a first.
He kissed me.
We were lying down, watching tv, he at my hip. I was absent-mindedly patting his little head. Then, I felt it.
A little kiss on my hand. Not a nibble or a scratchy-tongued lick, but a kiss.
Now the little weirdo's getting out of control. Since he braved his initial show of affection, he's managed to get in at least half a dozen more. My husband is starting to get a complex, and is threatening to rough up the little guy.
I think (hope) this is just a phase, triggered by our move. The poor guy moved in the night before we did and was not happy to spend that first night alone in an empty house. Now that he's realized we've all moved with him, along with his food bowl, little blue bed, favorite blanket, and padded window platform, he's overjoyed.
Either that, or he's a big freak... Anyone know of a good cat therapist?