the first thing you should know about Juanito

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is that he takes a shameless pleasure in sleeping...

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...Just as much as he takes it in eating or in being as close to me as it's physically possible for him.
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That's how it started...

Soon I found out I needed to find him a cozy place to rest that allowed him to be close to me during my teleworking hours. Otherwise, it was big trouble for us, as he would never stop cooing. (Really, Flecha can't stand it 😒)

So Juanito needed "a bed."

A blanket folded over a folding chair, a sheet of my kittens on one of their woven trays, a pile of sheets on a hammock, a space claimed and proclaimed as his own between my feet... (Something Canela, my calico, was not loving...), a bed he borrowed from Horacia without her knowing anything about it 😏

He tried a good variety of beds in this new home, even though the place was small and, literally, wouldn't offer room for many possibilities.

I moved house in November of last year.

And although I’m enjoying the fruits of that half-forced decision, it was a difficult time indeed. That's when Juanito came into my life. This lovely 4-year-old domino used to be my landlady's daughter's cat, but a little later moved to her neighbor's house for unknown reasons—perhaps he felt more comfortable there since there were no dogs at this neighbor's house; who knows—. He came back to the back part of the house where the apartments are, and so it seems to me now that I was the last to realize that he was living with us already.

I moved in with my three furry companions: Flecha, Horacia and Canela. They’re my three cats, faithful life companions. Finding a place to rent where they’d accept me with my “pets” was a real challenge, but that's another story. Once we were installed, they had a hard time adjusting. So did I. We stayed strong. No gardens here, a different song from the wind, invasive white noise, and sunlight? Only indirect. Big change. At some point, after three months or so, my cats began to adapt and become livelier; they were no longer trying to escape to their old home; instead, they were looking around our new place, exploring, sniffing. Now that they seemed to be OK, it was my turn to feel anxious,and, oh, I did! That's when Juanito came in.

They say that some cats come into your life just when you need them.

Do you have anything to say about that?

I would've named it “Colmillitos” (Little Fangs) or “Nosfie” for Nosferatu 😆

Since my cats were so busy doing recon,

well, Juanito was able to get his way.

He got himslef comfortable on all the beds, including Canela's spot on top of the fridge...