Prising Gibbs

“Try to prise a limpet away from its rock and it will cling all the harder.”

― Jeremy Holme

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A limpet is a marine mollusk.

I have a cat who will serve as its stand-in.

Some days, prising Gibbs away from my side requires a chisel and pry bar. I am his rock with a thin coating of super glue. Where I go, he goes. When I sit, there he is – gray paws kneading rhythmically on a pair of Lee jeans and one green eye staring me down with a demand for attention.

Pet me, human.

Don’t you dare get up, human.

Stay here forever, human.

Gibbs is an attention seeker, want for human company and committed to the side of a pant leg or the hollow of a flesh-and-bones lap. I’ve not had such an animal before. Cats are supposed to ignore, not implore.

Gibbs wants to be a clinging limpet unless he deems sleep or food more important.

(Well, food IS more important.)

I’m wondering what will happen when I take a vacation in July. No lap or leg time from his human for four days and four nights, only the intermittent appearance of his cat sitter with food and pinch-hitting attention.

I wonder if that will be enough for him.

I wonder if he will be mad.

I wonder if I’ll be able to prise Gibbs from the comfort of his rock and the couch upon my return.

I may need help and a tool.

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