Ever since Dougy was a kitten, one thing stuck out: He adores me.
I can count on it. When Dougy stops by my computer desk to snooze, he likes to put his head on my wrist – the wrist attached to the hand that operates the mouse.
Of course, when Dougy was a kitten, he didn’t take up much room on my desk. Now he does. The problem is he doesn’t understand why he can’t squeeze into the same space he loved to sleep in as a kitten.
Also, there are some indications Dougy thinks I’m his “Mommy”. If I don’t stop him, he tries to find the “nipple” he thinks is buried in my beard. It’s just plain creepy, but Dougy’s still my best bud!