Gus is a skittish but loving cat. He took to Sasha right away, winning her over with his good looks and easy going style. She is his number one. As of late though, he has attached himself to me. It’s not unusual for him to jump on my lap or put his paws around my neck, all 14 pounds of him. He will flop next to me in bed especially when it’s time for breakfast. If I ignore him, he gives me little love nips. Nothing that hurts or breaks skin but a reminder that he is here and needs attention.
I’ve never had a cat quite like him. He gets on well with the other cats and isn’t fearful of people. He sat in his cat tree in the living room and watched the workmen at the front of the house throughout our house project. He never tried to sneak outside or hid.
He isn’t demanding but he has very loud vocal cords that he uses if I’m poking around too long getting dinner ready or when he plays with his mousie. Mousie knows who the boss is.
This week I noticed something else. If he is in my lap having a good cuddle and Sasha comes in, I am dumped unceremoniously for her. Clearly she is first choice. The same is true of Sasha. If she’s with me getting scratchies and Gus comes in the room, she’s gone to be by his side.
All cats are different. Gus doesn’t have the big personality (or bossiness) of Sasha but in his own way, he’s a great cat. Gracie is quirky and the only cat that doesn’t like treats. Morgan is the perfect cat. She eats what you feed her and rarely gets into trouble. Sasha is the diva and pretty over the top. We all are entertained by her but she can put anyone in their place quickly.
We are lucky that they all get along. No fights. No hissing. Just occasional hijinks and shenanigans.
We all wish you all a great weekend.