Generally, Sydney is pretty social. He is not the type of cat who runs and hides in another room when people are over– instead, he is usually all up in their business, foot-pervery and all. Of course this extends to me and GP, and any time that he and I are in separate rooms is a troubling time for the kitty. He is usually so distressed that he plants himself firmly in the middle of the two rooms. The exception to this, though? Nap time! He is an all-up-ons sleeper, and this seems to go double for when I need a nap– he cannot get close enough. This isn’t very bothersome because I sleep like the dead, and he isn’t prone to waking up and walking across my face during nap time. Thanks, Syd.
(I only got six hours of sleep last night, which was totally unacceptable. Hence the nap.)