AFTER MONTHS OF MAKING A WIDE BERTH AROUND THE FRITH DURING HIS TREKS ACROSS THE HOUSE, FATNESS DECIDED ONE DAY LAST WEEK THAT FRITH WAS HIS NEW VERY BEST FRIEND.
HE NOW FLOPS DOWN NEXT TO HER WHEREVER SHE IS, AND WAITS TO BE MANHANDLED. AND MY GOD, DOES SHE GO TO TOWN. YANKING OUT CHUNKS OF FUR, PULLING ON HIS EARS, AND CLIMBING ALL OVER HIM WITH ALL HER WEIGHT. HE JUST LIES THERE AND WAITS FOR MORE. I'M GUESSING IT IS PARTLY BECAUSE HE HAS REALIZED THAT FRITH IS A KITTEN AND MUST BE TOLERATED AT ALL COSTS. AND PARTLY BECAUSE HE HAS DECIDED THAT ANY ATTENTION IS GOOD ATTENTION.
THE EQUIVALENT OF THE "WALKING OFF TOGETHER INTO THE SUNSET" SHOT...
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