This is Roy. Otherwise known as my "royfriend." In his head, Roy owns me. I am his, and no one elses. My soul purpose in life is to lay on the couch with Roy in my arms, kissing and cuddling him. Previously, in his mind, Roy had two competitors for my attention - Joe and Tucker. Not that he has a problem showing either who is boss. Joe receives bites and swats when he dares attempt to cuddle me or even kiss me good night. In fact, Roy keeps us apart when we go to bed each night by laying between Joe and I with his back to Joe and his paw thrown across my chest.
And poor Tucker. While Tucker really has no desire for my attention, Roy sees Tucker's mere existence as a hindrance to him spending time with me. So every chance he gets, Roy beats up Tucker, hissing at him and swatting and biting his head. Tucker has walked away with many a bloody scratch. If you've never seen a 14 lb cat beat up an 85 lb pit bull, trust me you haven't lived.
But now Roy has a new threat - my pregnancy boppy pillow.
Joe bought me this pillow several weeks ago and it makes sleeping much more comfortable. Unfortunately, it also prevents me from holding Roy at night when I sleep. Roy has not taken kindly to this. He's tried throwing himself atop the pillow, yet that makes for an unstable sleeping surface. He's tried sleeping on my head, but that's not as comfy. Every time I go to the bathroom at night (and that's a lot) I return to bed to find Roy lounging in "his" spot on the bed, waving his tail like, "Come on. You KNOW you want to cuddle me." And I usually give in, toss the pillow aside and let him snuggle. Some nights, however, I just need to sleep and I hang on to the pillow. On these nights, like last night, I awake to find Roy sitting on our headboard, glaring down at me and the pillow, plotting the pillow's destruction. I guess it's only a matter of time before I come home and find the pillow shredded to pieces. But better the pillow than Tucker, I guess...