See, it's an odd situation. I know that this is not how he's supposed to be acting. I had grown accustomed to having an aloof cat. A cat who hated being held. A cat who would sometimes deign to sit on the floor, just out of reach, but never in my lap.

Now, I have this cat who looks exactly like my cat, but who actually seems to like me. He's more cuddly now. He'll sit on the couch with us when D and I watch TV. He sleeps under the blankets with me sometimes. He starts purring the instant I pick him up. I probably should be alarmed by this change in his natural behavior. But it's just so damn cute.

Maybe NowhereLand was depressing him too, and now he's back to being himself. Or, maybe he was picking up on how tense D. and I were all the time, and now that we've chilled out, he can relax a little too.

I was also thinking about how cats supposedly have nine lives. I have no idea what he was like the first two months of his life. NowhereLand was his second life. Cowtown is his third.

But if we moved next week, would he change again? Maybe it's more like every two or three years, he'll become a different cat, whether we've moved or not. Interesting.

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