Kelvin Lam

Try as hard as I can, but still. I could not keep enough G and to the point. Because it is a great word.
Connard. This is the word. And that’s my cat.
Well, one of my cats, or more. We have both. James, an orange tabby, has been with us for some time. It is sweet, shy and wary. Oh, you leave a pet, but there must be, like most cats, on its terms. With an eye on the lookout, you can safe in animal purrs. But it is particularly shy.
And then there is our dog, Savannah.
Each of them a tour of our house and are accustomed to the presence of the other. To the point of friendship.
Then my mother-in-law fell ill last year. She is concerned about the fate of his cat, Nick, as she lay dying in a hospice room. He was assured that it would be, what we bring into our home and take care of him as if he was a part of our family. It has been. We had no choice.
So I decided to gradually put on him, just before the inevitable.
Now Nico is another type of cat. At least what we have been used for James. Nico is a great (read: fat), short gray hair with a white underneath and mittens. It is also very strong. While James is reluctant, Nico is great. It welcomes you, when it is ready, of course, almost anyone. But he has his own technique. It will approach you and flop on the side, exposing its rotunda circumference for you animal. It makes you a favor, you know. "Here it is. Go ahead, it’s ok, you can have it," he seems to suggest, rather obviously.
He took to his new residence, as if it had never been absent. Meow hard as he explored new HIS lair. No matter that James and Savannah are already firmly established. They were just trouble Nick. It was his new platform. And he also let them know in clear terms.
He had a blast every time Savannah attempt to check for him, swatting at him with one of her legs. Savannah and learned to stay out of the new king of the way.
The squeeky wheel is fat.
Maybe I could learn something from him.