..a year makes.
Shepherd Book went from driving me (and MowMow) completely bonkers to really settling in. March and APril were just OVER the top. I wasn't well and MOwMow was having trouble dealing with my mother staying with us (with no end in sight) and Book just compounded the problem so badly I thought I'd have to rehome him. I didn't want to even think to hard about it, he was an adult (almost) black cat and kitten season was coming up.... who would want him?
After my mom went home and I was more mobile I was able to really lay down the law. I took on a zero tolerance policy for his shenanigans. I don't know if it was that, his age finally kicking in or a combination of the two but he really got himself together.
Granted, I still can't leave ANYTHING edible on the counter or on the lowest shelf of the cabinet. It has to be in a sealed glass container. He'll chew through plastic containers and bags. I can't leave my food on the table and walk away to get anything. I have to tuck him under my arm and take him with me.
What seems to have changed is his attitude. He still loves to bug his brother but now it seems play ful and not aggressive. It's a bit disconcerting but even when I'm just sitting on the couch he lays there and stares at me with this goofy adoring gaze until he falls asleep. If I make eye contact he flops over and shows me his belly, chirping and trilling for rubs. He still tries to steal MowMow's spots (closest to me) but as long as he can touch me with a paw or even his tail he seems content now.
The two of them have worked out a truce. Book still grabs at MowMow and will still smack him in the head at food time but now instead of running off and hiding MOwMOw knows to stay close to me and if Book runs at him I'm there to intercept him with a dishcloth flick to the backside. As long as MowMow can molest him on a regular basis (in the worse sense of the word), he seems to be happy to tolerate Books presence and they even get in chasing fits running around the apartment.
Anyway, I've FINALLY grown pretty attached to the little beast. I was always fond of him, even when he infuriated me but now I quite love the Demon Spawn.
THeir catnip cigar was MIA for the longest time, I found it when I moved the couch yesterday. Here is Book coming down from a catnip high.