I think this cat has Siamese somewhere in his blood. He is an almost non-stop talker. Mike had him on his lap for a little while petting him. When he put Dobby down, Dobby started protesting. At first it was just small protests, but the more Mike ignored him, the louder Dobby became. Then he started moaning, a really strange meow almost like a tomcat mating ritual meow. I come flying up the stairs to see who is torturing the cats and Dobby is staring at Mike intently (while Mike is trying to finish our taxes) and moaning.

When Dobby sees me, he runs over to greet me. I get headbumped, so I pick him up and he is quiet. I put him down, and he cries. He follows me around the room crying. What a brat! LOL He reminds me of how Kahuna used to be when we didn’t give him enough attention. Time for some tough love for Dobby I think.