It’s kind of funny that even though Steve follows me in the AM, he ignores me in the afternoon but at around sundown, comes sauntering out and making his presence known. Tunch mostly kept the same hours as me, but then again, he never thought he was a cat. He thought he was a person.
Steve, on the other hand, is making me realize that I just now have my first “cat” cat, despite the dozen years with fatboy. Thankfully Tunch’s training included lessons on flexibility to the lord and master’s immediate wishes, so I am coping ok and haven’t been cut too bad.
But sweet jeebus, Steve has charisma.