Leo the Cat has been featured in several previous posts. He’s not quite two and already rules the roost. Cats just seem to have that way about them. A little aloof, except around dinner time. Then it’s all affection, rubbing around the ankles, sweet little meows.
So manipulative. And it works for them.
Unlike the dog who is always happy for the tiniest bit of attention. Please rub my belly.
This is a quick sketch of Leo sleeping in his favorite chair. He looks so uncomfortable but can stay in that chair for hours. And does.
Like most of our pets, cars, trucks, etc., everything around here has a nickname. Leo is frequently called Fur Boy, as in, Have you seen Fur Boy lately? Or Did anyone feed Fur Boy today? Well, the latter never comes up as he has a built in clock and will come and give you the Look until his food bowl is attended.
Interestingly, I recently came across the novel The Fur Person by May Sarton. I had never heard of it before. It is a short treatise about her cat. Written from the point of view of the cat. And illustrated by a friend.
I did not have a hard copy but was able to use the library’s electronic lending program to borrow it. Very amusing. By the way, if you have not checked out your own library’s electronic lending system, I heartily encourage you to do so. It’s amazing what they have available to rent….for FREE!