This is Skeeter. He's a big 14-year-old mancat now, but when the Big Thing found him he was a traumatized little kitten. I'm not quite sure whether the place he was in was a shelter or a pet store, but they were doing renovations and Skeeter was all by himself in a cage near the door with lots of noise and dust. There had been another kitten in the cage with him, but it died and was taken away in a plastic bag. To this day, Skeeter is terrified of plastic bags. The Big Thing found him just in time, or he might have died, too. When he got home to the cave, he hid out for a couple of days, but finally came out to eat and drink and decided that the Big Thing was his friend. Skeeter got his name from mosquito, because once he decided that the Big Thing was his friend, he never wanted him out of sight. The Big Thing was reminded of the way a mosquito will keep buzzing around a person's head. Skeeter is still happiest when he is near the Big Thing, especially when the Big Thing makes a lap and Skeeter can lie in it. Skeeter won't go outside unless the Big Thing goes out, too. The best time of the day for Skeeter is after dinner, when the Big Thing sits in his favorite chair to watch the sparkly box and calls out, "Skeeter, lap time." Skeeter jumps up into the Big Thing's lap and LC jumps up on the ottoman in front of the chair and all three of them contentedly watch TV until bedtime.
Skeeter loves, loves, loves the Big Thing's lap.
It's his most favorite place to nap.
All warm and cozy
From tail to nosie,
Skeeter could stay forever in the Big Thing's lap.