Thursday, May 28, 2009

The Eyes Have It

You may recall that Cosmo is a total mama's boy. I must be in his sight at all times or he'll promptly paw though the door that separates us. Although this behavior can be a little annoying at times, I secretly love it. But what I find just a tad unnerving is what our family has come to call the "laser-eyed stare." At most points during the day, I will glance over and catch Cosmo searing me with his adoring laser-beam eyes. It's almost stalkerish. Anyhoo, I managed to grab a camera and snap a couple of photos of his sweet, yet disturbing motherlover gaze. Enjoy.

This is his typical stance when I am sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar. He wants to sit in my lap and most times I invite him to join me. Other times, I am in no mood for the waterfall of drool that is certain to pool on my clothing. In that case, he visually serenades me from below. Maybe I should have named him Romeo.

This picture says it all. Cosmo loves to snuggle and constantly implores me to come to bed so he can burrow under the covers and plaster his fuzzy body against mine. Quite often, he'll plant himself on the bed and stare at me, quietly beckoning me to join him. At the time this picture was taken, I was picking up clutter in the living room. He must have laser-eyed me from the bedroom for half an hour.

Even as I type this, Cosmo's eyes are burning through the back of my neck. Perhaps to appease him, I should just stay in bed all day. Hmmmm... that's not a bad idea.


  1. Sounds like my Major. He follows me from room to room. I work on a laptop in the living room, and he is usually right next to me on the couch, or at least on the ottoman where he can see/hear me. If I get dressed to go somewhere, he goes nuts...fussing like crazy. If I'm just throwing on sweats to go outside or something, it doesn't bother him, like he knows the difference. I think it's the bra. He sees me pull out my "going-to-town" bra, which is different from my "working-in-the-yard" bra, and that's when he starts whining. Maybe he's smarter than we thought.

  2. Oh my gosh, Susan, I am laughing so hard at your "going to town bra" and "working in the yard bra." I love it! Of course, I totally know what you're talking about. And as my mom just pointed out, cats have nothing to do all day but study us. Major would definitely know the difference between your bras!


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