Phaedrus

Lord Phaedrus. The bane of every house guest. Neurotic wielder of tooth and claw in defense of hide and home. And overly concerned nanny whenever I am sick. He has not left me alone for a week. Right now he is pressed against my side on the couch, his considerably sized skull resting on my hip ( I had to nudge him off my lap as my legs were falling asleep so that I could use the laptop). 



He has followed me room to room, onto each piece of furniture. He has to be touching me at all times. He grooms me all night. He is going to have somewhat of a fit when I go back to work Monday.

I love CowCat and Mildmay very much, but Phaedrus is my cat. Even if he is a cranky old man with trust issues.