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To: epicure who wrote (41907)11/16/1999 2:50:00 PM
From: Gauguin  Respond to of 71178
 
He talks, tries to communicate, very well. When he runs in the open door, to head to any of the food bowl locations, even though he knows he's not supposed to be in here, he chortles two three times on the way by to say "Hello!" "I'm here! No need to be unhappy! Let me just get something to eat, and I'll be right in so you can pet me and love me and enjoy me, because I KNOW you need TO! I'll hurry!"

And he uses his hands, very delicately and exuberantly, to try to feel things, place them, shape their reality. Understand them. Like braille. When you hold him on his back, cradled in your arms, he squirms around, stretching this way and that, rubbing his twisty form all over you, anyway he can. And then he looks up in your eyes and purrs and reaches up with both paws, pads outstretched like catchers mitts, and pads down your face. To feel it. He gets like overjoyed, and he needs to feel your face to feel it. He kneads it a little, but mostly just pads around it, at full arms length. He never, never, touches you with a claw, It's amazing.

He follows you around the kitchen, always getting right between your legs, just to be sheltered "by the super niceness of you."

He's nuts.

Literally, the most affectionate animal of any kind, I've ever seen.

He runs across the yard when he sees you there. Bounds. Loves to help you "work" on anything. Our most recent masonry project, a wall, has his footprints in it.