Originally posted by Sailor I have to admit, he has little interest in my feelings in such matters. He's a good little guy, though, and loves to be petted. Sometimes, he acts like a dog - he'll come running up and roll over with (what appears to be) actual joy.
Jer
I have one of those beasts too! Or, I should say, my wife has one.
He couldn't care less about what I want--unless I happen to go into the kitchen around noon, when I am expected to provide a spoonful of sour plain yoghurt for him.
Then, after finishing the yoghurt, he demands that I pet him--probably to make up for the sourness of the yoghurt I gave him.
Angky.