When he's around, I may as well be invisible. Unless I'm eating chicken, but there's only so much chicken a person can eat trying to win the affections of a cat smitten with someone else!
BL, (before Leo), Star used to bug me at night after Greg went to sleep. She'd want pets when she wanted them and had no qualms about laying on my book to get them. Even after Leo showed up, she kept her claim on the bedroom and would spend time laying on me, or my laptop while keeping the room safe from barbarian intrusions.
Leo took his time, but slowly showed Star that he would not be kept from the big soft bed and soon he was sleeping with us and they would take turns. Then it was him more than her. And finally, him only and she wouldn't step foot in the room.
Whereas she used to get her morning pets on the bed, she now gets them on the top of the stairs or downstairs. We couldn't get her into the bedroom with a crowbar any more! Even when Leo wasn't in there! (Unless it was to chase him in, or sneak attack and try to give him a whappity whap, but he's usually too fast to be caught)
Until this weekend. Greg always tries to get her to come in when she's sitting outside the door looking like a lost waif. (She really knows how to play on his sympathies!) She surprised him by coming in and letting him pet her, while she stayed on the floor.
Monday, unbeknownst to me until today, she apparently jumped onto the bed, got a few pets while ignoring Leo sitting on the other side of the bed. She only stayed for a minute or two, but Greg was happy that she even got up there!
Not knowing about Monday, I was thrilled on Tuesday when I got her to come in, thinking I had done something Greg hadn't been able to! After I got up and went to the other side of the bed, Leo moved to lean against my pillow. I saw Star in the doorway and called her, not thinking she'd come, but wanting her to know she was wanted anyway. And she came in!
I reached down to give her a pet and she jumped up on the bed! She noticed Leo, and then turned her back on him to lay on the bottom corner of the bed. She has always liked to lay or sit just far enough away that you have to lean to pet her. Part of her ornery nature I suppose.. Why make anything easy on the lowly humans, right?
So she sat there for a few minutes, then left. I was so happy to tell Greg and brag that *I* had been the one to get her back onto the bed. And that was when he said he'd done it the day before.. *sigh* Well, at least she condescended to let me pet her anyway.
Here's a picture of her standing on her daddy's knee. See the tiny paws drilling into his leg? For such a little kitty, she sure knows how to put her imprint on people!
This is my daddy. He's been claimed.