Sabby was very sweet last night. He was all huggles and kisses. I've seen him around other cats and it's not pretty, but then he wasn't introduced to the other cats properly either. He grew up with a cocker spaniel and to this day that's the only other animal he'll tolerate. Even then, he barely tolerates cocker spaniels. He doesn't like them. I couldn't do that to him in his old age.
My husband is not a cat person. At least, he wasn't when we met. I was just posting in my livejournal the stages of Justin and Sabby's relationship. It went like this:
December 1998: "I'm not a cat person, but I don't mind this cat."
December 1999: "I *expletive deleted* hate that cat. It's either him or me."
December 2000: "I hate that cat."
December 2001: "I only pet that cat because he's fuzzy."
December 2002: "The cat's O.K. and I like that he's fuzzy."
December 2003: "I don't love the cat."
Two nights ago when Justin got home Sabby was rubbing against Justin's legs and meowing for attention. Justin bent over, put his arms around him and said, "I know! I love you too!"
Me: "I KNEW IT!!!"
Justin blushed red and quickly left the room.
Justin knows we'll be getting another cat when Sabby leaves us. Two nights ago (before the "love" incident) I dropped the, "How would you feel if we got two cats?" bomb on him. He's still considering, but he knows I want two and he might just agree with me.
Ioana, I actually have several pictures on my digital camera I took last Friday when I took home some fresh catnip. One of them might become a new avatar. I'm waiting for my friend to download them for me so I can put them up here. I might just go harass him now so I can get them up today.