Rembrandt is my little black cat, for those of you that don't know, or haven't met him. He's very affectionate, usually with everyone *except* me. The only time in the past that he was excessively clingy was when I had cancer earlier this year.
I mean, you have to understand, he's lived with me for over 7 years (he was six years old when I adopted him), and for the most part, our relationship has been like this.
Me: Hey there Rembrandt, want some love?
Him: No woman, where is my food?
Me: (feeds the cat)
Him: (eats, then disappears)
Generally, the only time he's somewhat affectionate to me is around 4 p.m., when it's time for me to fork over the wet cat food.
When I was sick, however, he was constantly wanting to be in my lap, etc., and was generally very concerned about my well being prior to my surgery. Once I had had my surgery, he went back to his old routine.
However, the last couple of weeks, he has been very clingy again. This morning, he practically won't let me sit at my desk and type without pawing at my lap and trying to get some attention.
This is freakin' me out.
Ciao for now.
I mean, you have to understand, he's lived with me for over 7 years (he was six years old when I adopted him), and for the most part, our relationship has been like this.
Me: Hey there Rembrandt, want some love?
Him: No woman, where is my food?
Me: (feeds the cat)
Him: (eats, then disappears)
Generally, the only time he's somewhat affectionate to me is around 4 p.m., when it's time for me to fork over the wet cat food.
When I was sick, however, he was constantly wanting to be in my lap, etc., and was generally very concerned about my well being prior to my surgery. Once I had had my surgery, he went back to his old routine.
However, the last couple of weeks, he has been very clingy again. This morning, he practically won't let me sit at my desk and type without pawing at my lap and trying to get some attention.
This is freakin' me out.
Ciao for now.