Last night, in an attempt to garner more affection, Roy crawled up into the bathroom sink and meowed until we petted him. When I shooed him out, he jumped into the bathtub and rolled around in there - something he does occasionally when he wants to be petted and we are in the bathroom.
Hastings, our most affectionate kitty, seems to maintaining equilibrium for now. Although this will surely change when he realizes that the spot between Dave and I where he curls up at night and sleeps will soon be filled by a tiny human.
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