Patience is a Virtue...for John, it turns out.

John is here for a couple more weeks before he ships out for Aghanistan, and until I can meet him in Bahrain a couple weeks after that.

Since he's been home, he's (and he'll kill me for posting about this) been discouraged that Deadeye seemingly wants nothing to do with him. In fact, Deadeye only wants to sit on my lap, and sleep next to me. It's funny, because ever since John came into my life, "my" cat prefers John...and I've had Deadeye since I rescued his sorry little bony carcass from The Pound outside of Ft. Hood in June of 1992 when I was just a 2LT, and had much better things to do with my money. (I guess.)

Anyhoo - it seemed that since he had come full circle and preferred me after all, all was right with my world.

And then, tonight, after cleaning up the kitchen, I rounded the corner of this Godforsaken Apartment to find THIS:



So, I moved in for a close-up to see if he'd look me in the eye...the Little Opportunist...and of course, he wouldn't.














So, I got a little closer...and he still avoided eye contact!

Deadeye, that is a classic sign, Buster.

A classic sign that you know you're wrong.















So I gave him a little space - thinking...he can't keep this up...as I noticed his tail wrapped around John's arm - all snuggly and conspiratorial-ish.
















Last chance, you old persnickety Feline - let me down Mano-a-Mano, Baby. I can TAKE IT!

But all I got was this:

So I hit 'im with the flash and ran out of the room. (Because I am a Grown Up.)

Hmmph.