The Little Guy
Talk about inappropriate nicknames! Archie became the Little Guy when he was just a kitten and was truly a little guy. It stuck with him, even after he clearly outgrew its meaning. Archie greets me every morning. I get up first and the dogs stay in the bedroom with my husband. This is our time together. When he first sees me, he purr-coos and will often meow (actually it is more of a cry) to tell me how he missed me. (I will leave out the part that this seperation is self-induced. He could sleep in the bedroom too if he so desired.) He rubs against me and follows me everywhere I go. I turn the facet on for him and often spend several minutes holding him as I try to make my breakfast. He clearly cherishes this time. As a general rule, I hate mornings, but I do look forward to these special moments everyday.