Remember when I said Salty was the independent one? Yeah. That was before a hilarious little thing called Separation Anxiety. Now, when you’ve only had a child like Fluffy who is so extroverted she runs away from you into nursery without a backward glance, it’s easy to disbelieve in the concept of separation anxiety. Believe.
Maybe three weeks ago, my independent, contented little Salty fixed his big hazel eyes upon me and decided, “If I can’t have her, no man shall!” At first, it was an outpouring of affection and a welcome increase in snuggliness. It is nice to be loved, right?
Somewhere along the line, however, his love turned to an angry, jealous, demanding obsession. We call him My Little Stalker. It is not enough for him to be surgically attached to my person, he wants to make sure no one else comes near me. Erm. You can see how this plays out when you have a twin brother. I feel like I’m living under the possessive and wolfish gaze of Jacob. I adore you, Salty, but you must share.