This is Brewster, who is so demanding about being loved, and yet so particular about it. He won’t come on my lap while on the couch, or in my office chair or in the reading chair, or anywhere else.

He’ll stomp around and yell, or roll around on the floor acting cute, or start clawing whatever furniture I’m on that’s not the bed until I get into bed, and I have to be under the covers, with this particular blanket, and then he’ll let me pet him. He’s such a doofus and I love him.