Gizmo and Tarzan are MY cats.
I feed them, I clean out their litter box…when they were sick, it was I who cleaned up after them, allowed them to lay on me with their stinky butts…
Gizmo is attached to me like nobody’s business. If I am at the kitchen table working, she is either on her perch next to me, or laying right against my laptop.
When she was smaller, she was in my lap during my workday.
When I turn off the laptop and lay down to watch TV in the evenings, she follows me and makes herself right at home.
Tarzan is also pretty attached to me, but he isn’t as affectionate as Gizmo.
He doesn’t follow me around quite as much as she does, but he’s usually not far from me…even if it means sleeping in a mail basket that is much too small for him!
Whereas Gizmo sleeps in the bed with us at night, Tarzan prefers the comfort of Toby’s dog bed.
Toby doesn’t approve, but he’d rather sleep on the floor under the bed than face the wrath of Tarzan’s claws!
Chris is always telling me that Tarzan wakes him up in the middle of the night purring and cuddling up to him and I brush it off…MY kitten couldn’t possibly be favoring Chris!
The other day, Chris told me that Tarzan jumps on his shoulder every morning when he is getting dressed for work. I didn’t believe it…
Until Chris got home from work the other day and as he put his helmet down, Tarzan tore over to the kitchen like a bat out of hell and jumped on his shoulder.
And proceeded to totally make out with my husband.
What the hell, man?!