I am at wit's end with dear little Boomer. Let me set the scene: it's 5:30 AM and my husband is crawling out of bed so that he can watch a stateside football game live. Boomer, who had been sleeping between us, wakes up and asails his daddy with meows and headbumps. "Pet me daddy!!Pet me!!" So Paul is doing his duty as a pet owner and gives Boomer all the scritches and pats he can handle. I'm awake during all this, but I don't want to startle the kitty and spoil the moment. SO I'm laying there pretending to be asleep and Boomer is just going to town having the time of his life. Then I move... Boomer realizes I am awake and turns on Paul quicker than you can say "turn coat" Paul reaches out to pet him again and Boomer slinks away, not letting him touch him. Then the little snot comes up to me meowing like crazy. Paul takes a step closer and Boomer takes off to hide under the bed. oh Why oh WHY is Boomer such a spaz?? It's obvious that he can tolerate Paul, is it just that he doesn't like to show affection towards my hunny in front of me? or is he incapable of such complex reasoning and I'm just being paranoid?
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