This is a picture of a cat who is generally under-appreciated by the masses here at 2601. He suffers countless indignities from an over-zealous Cairn terrier. Helga is allergic. Leisel locks him in a chokehold for forced snuggle time if he dares get too close. And I always seem to be ready to walk out the door the minute he’s ready to deign to give me some affection.
When he isn’t hiding in the back of my closet from Mia’s misguided and totally mystifying mating attempts, George occasionally comes out to snuggle at just the right time. Or psychotically hops across the mantle of the fireplace until he falls off the edge.
And then I remember why I like him.