bear, the snuggle cat

there are days when i know my cat is looking for particular attention. the porches arent holding his interest and he doesnt feel up to stalking and attacking puppy. he follows me from room to room, rubbing my legs when i seem not to notice he is there. he sits at attention if i go outside, waiting on a half-painted chair until im back. he runs ahead of me, anticipating where i plan to go, and sits there, usually my bed or the old green chair they are allowed to scratch, tail flicking and eyes flashing. he grips the arms of the chair with those sharp claws (pictures of which i have posted before) and looks at me, as if saying 'look what a bad kitty i am. and if you come over here, ill bat at you, too.' and sure enough, he does.

claws in, too, which shows just how much he loves me.