Hellcat

My parents have been cat-sitting for me while I was away over the last month. Oskar's usually a well-behaved host when I have people over--gracious, charming, and conversational. I think he gets sick of seeing just me and wants to see a new face.

At Mom and Dad's house, he usually doesn't have much to do with company. He already has two people to give him undivided attention, not to mention the two extremely irritating and impossibly stupid dogs he has to share his abode with. When company comes to call, he has no need of them. He just slinks off to his room.

And it started out that way the other day. A nice, older gentleman came over and had a seat on the sofa. Oskar stood in front of him and stared at him briefly. Then he turned around and started to walk off. That's when the guest said, "Good thing I took my pill--I'm allergic."

Well, apparently the word "allergic" was the magic word that spurred Oskar into action. He inexplicably turned around, ran back, and leaped onto the guest's lap.

If he could talk, I'm sure it would have gone something like this...
"Oh my goodness gracious, where are my manners? I'm Oskar. What did you say your name was? You know Bob, you're my kind of person. I don't know what it is, but it's like I've known you all my life. Is that sweater cashmere? Oh god, I love cashmere. Can I just feel it? Oh pretty please. Let me just rub my face on it. I can warm your lap while I'm at it. I feel so close to you right now. I could really use a hug. How about a kiss on the lips? Hey, where are you going? That's okay, I'll be waiting when you get back."