Seems like I'm the one who insists on getting kitties (over my husbands objections) and they always insist on worshipping him (which he doesn't object to at all). We had Kuhio for 17 years and she would gaze at him for hours with love and adoration. (I called it her Nancy Reagan gaze -- remember how she used to stare at Ronnie when he was making a speech?) Anyway, I once asked Bob how it felt to be "a God" and he said he was getting used to it. Sheesh! As if his head wasn't swelled enough already. Now Cammie adores him and is very aggressive if I get between them. Bob LOVES it.

Kuhio 1985-2002