Sebastian is weird.
He likes to be spanked.
Also, tonight, he was on top of the bookcase crying for the fire sprinkler outlet. He had his little arm reaching out for it, I could see that he was calculating if he could reach it if he jumped, and he was crying for me to get it for him......little calls that are kind of a cross between tweets and barks.
I've heard of crying for the moon....but REALLY!
Fortunately he realized he would fall even if he did reach it when he jumped (which he probably could, dammit). I hope he never decides that the downside is worth the moment of glory.
He loves his little nest box up there. He's up there now, peering down now and then. He spends part of the night up there, RUSTLING, dammit, then usually comes down to join Viola and me.
Viola has discovered the joys of snuggling with me. Both of them didn't snuggle for sleep before, often not even with each other....but Viola has now learned that snuggling on cold nights is nice and a fine little snuggler she is.
She owes me the warmth. I can't have a quilt and I don't have any blankets. Bad cat.
Her obsessive licking continues. I used to be able to stop her by blowing air in her face/mouth when she did it....but now she seems to view my resistance as part of the fun. I swear the more I struggle the more she loves it.
What have I done?