This afternoon I needed a nap. The gutter guy is here cleaning out gutters and installing guards. He was right about to where the bedroom is so I figured trying to sleep in there would be impossible so I went downstairs, stretched out on the sofa with Boots. Mistake!
He wouldn’t stop licking me! He licked my arm, tried to lick my face. At first, I thought . . I’ll just let him lick my arm. He’ll get tired of it and quit but he didn’t. I kept saying NO! No Boots. Do cats ever listen? No!
I got a blanket and covered up completely. That’s when he tried to lick my face. Somehow I finally convinced him that he wasn’t going to be able to do that. We both went to sleep and slept for two hours.
I was reading online about why cats lick. According to Chewy, it can be because of stress but it also can be because he loves me. I’m going with “he loves me”. And, he hadn’t seen me in a month so I know he missed me.
He isn’t seeming stressed at all. When I went down there this afternoon, he was stretched out on the sofa on his back, sound asleep.
I was concerned about how he would react to having us around all the time but I think he’s liking it. But . . I have no idea. Cats are so weird.