Hissy Fit Jones is struggling to find his new role in the family.
He was always the outlier. The instigator. The “I like you, but not that much,” kinda guy.
Now he is finding the annoying little brother role is no longer working for him.
To be sure, he still bugs the piss out of Yella and Little Girl. Little Girl hisses at him when he gets too close, but poor Yella just grins and bears it. He’s such a loving soul, that one.
Hissy wants a closer, more active relationship with me. I’m fine with it, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s wanted this all along but was overwhelmed with the larger-than-life personalities of Rumpy, June Buggie and Bubba.
Right now he’s napping on the back of the sofa directly behind me. Soon I’ll head to bed, and he’ll go upstairs with me. When I wake in the morning, I’ll most likely find him on the pillow above my head. And sometimes he even crawls in my lap and sits there while I give him some petting and scritches.
We are more laid-back these days. More quiet. Graybie and Yella love to be brushed and come to me daily for their turns. Hissy will come too, though he’s not much for the brush. He prefers a few scratches under the chin and to get in the way of the others.
Smaller, I think, is going to be good for us.