In our house we have four pets … MaxGoldberg, Tuxedo,
Consuelo Roca-Jones, and the dog, Ozzo.
As happens with pets, they tend to bond with one of us
slightly more than the other. Ozzo is clearly more attached to Carlos, though
he loves to sit with me in the office while I play on the computer.
MaxGoldberg, though, likes us equally, and will run back and forth between our
laps, never quite sure who he wants to sit with for long.
Now, Tuxedo is mine; he bonded with me first and he’s always
been ‘my boy.’ And Carlos sometimes gets jealous of how Tuxedo comes when I
call him, and how Tuxedo follows me around the house, and how Tuxedo will sleep
on top of me.
Cut to the other night when I walked in the living room and
found Tuxedo curled up in Carlos’ lap, fast asleep. Carlos bragged:
“I think he likes me better now.”
I took a seat …
“Don’t bet on it.”
The second my ass hit the chair, Tuxedo was up and walking
across the side table to curl up in my lap and fall asleep. Carlos
muttered …
“Stupid cat.”
“Honey, you were just a place card until his real daddy came
into the room.”
“Stupid cat.”
It’s gonna get ugly when Carlos finds out that Consuelo, who
hates to be held, has been sitting with me at night, sleeping in my lap.