He loves me not.
I seem to be the marginal “favorite human” of Marley, the demon cat. He kind of likes me most of the time (well, as much as he’s capable of liking anyone), but it’s not something you can count on. I was the first one to get him to purr, though. He still hisses at Lizzy a few times a day, so I don’t know that the two of them will ever get along. Considering the fact that Lizzy and Ariel have been living together for a number of years and still aren’t on friendly terms, it’s probably a safe bet. Marley hasn’t attacked Brian in weeks so Brian must now be on his good list as well. Jake is slightly above Lizzy on the Marley-scale. So much for him having his own cat. I guess he can get one when he moves out in 16 years or so.
We haven’t formally introduced the two cats yet, but anytime they’ve seen each other they haven’t been impressed. I’m thinking about doing the formal introduction this weekend (during regular vet hours, of course). I’m sick of having pets living on three levels of our house. Two levels would be more than sufficient, I think.