Rusty is an orange Persian, one of two cats my wife and I have.
In real life, Rusty has his moments of affection but really is more like a buddy. He certainly doesn't mind my company, but doesn't often crave it. These conversations were born from my vague suspicion - and unease - that there was more going on behind those orange eyes than I knew.
Because he's a Persian, his fur never stops growing. So we have to get him shaved down to the velvet twice a year.
In real life, as with my conversations, he likes dinner at 6:00, and he appreciates promptness.
STUPID HUMAN
That's me - I'm Gary. I'm just a guy, doin' a thing.
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