Tarzan has grown into a companionable cat. He’s not clingy, but he wants to be near either me or Mr. L most of the time. If he’s closed out of a room I’m in, he will move heaven and earth to get into that room — including finding a way through the transoms above the door. (I have a picture, but I can’t find it right now.)

But for now, he’s beside my recliner as I work.