My brother is pressed into service trying to pet three affection-deprived black cats at one time. Jelly Bean is getting the pets here, Giuseppe is in front ready for more (he’d been hogging the limelight until JB sidled in between them), and if you look under Mark’s right elbow you’ll see an ear—that’s Mimi giving him head butts and face rubs.
Mark stopped over today to drop off some paperwork and have a cup of coffee before he walked back home in the chill drizzle. Eleven years ago he suffered a traumatic brain injury in an accident and is disabled by a seizure disorder and mild cognitive disorder. He lives near me and often walks to my house to drop things off or pick things up (like food), help in my yard and just to visit. Though he is 6’4″ with a deep voice and big boots, my cats have always adored him. He has a gentle demeanor that all animals seem to know.
The boys headed right for him when he came in the door, and Mimi joined us when we moved to the kitchen. He didn’t get a single moment of peace from them, and it’s a good thing he’s got big hands because he can actually pet two of them at a time. “There all so nice,” he said. “Shiny and healthy. And someone has a really big purr.” That would be Jelly Bean.
And just before he left, Mimi decided she needed a bit of individual attention and sat right between his feet. I think his boots are bigger than her.