Rocco is mad. No, not just mad, he’s pissed!
He normally doesn’t have a whole lot to do with me. He’s a Daddy’s boy, he is. He follows my husband around, meows to come in or go out after him, curls up on his side of the bed alone and gives me dirty looks if I am encroaching on their space.
Today my husband left on a trip for a few days and Rocco is none too happy about it. He’s been pacing out front, disturbed by the fact that my car, not Dad’s, is in the driveway. He sat on the fence and looked out forlornly until the last bit of daylight shone and the stars began to be visible.
After that he followed ME around for a bit! Going so far as to rub against my leg and ask to be pet! I obliged of course and was rewarded with the rare privilege of giving a belly rub. He loves belly rubs, but not usually from me. He flopped right down and showed me his belly. Perhaps he’s trying to prove to his human (and himself) that he’s perfectly fine and doesn’t need him. Or was he so starved for attention after those long couple of hours and could no longer take it?
Once he was satisfied with enough loving, he bit my hand. I refused to give him any more attention, but I think he could care less. He got what he wanted for now. I have the feeling he’s plotting revenge against my husband now. He may be in for some punishment when he returns.