Here’s what Phaedra had to say:
“Jeremy is actually called King Tut as he was trapped out by King Tire. He used to live in the back courtyard. My daughter spotted him one day and asked me who he was. I had no idea what his name was, so my daughter said he looks like a Jeremy and it’s stuck for me. Back then, he wasn’t so big on snuggling or even allowing you to touch him. After lots of courting and flirting, I finally won him over and he would patiently wait for the flocks of kitties to leave me alone so we could have some quiet lap time. We used to do this every day at either coffee break or lunch time. When he was diagnosed with feline leukemia, I was heartbroken for him and promised him that I would visit him every day I worked. So every day after work I go and sit with Jeremy. Obviously I can’t just sit with him because Panther and Jasper and all the other kitties in that area would not have that, so I’ve had to bear the burden of loving them all up after work. Not quite sure how I ended up being persuaded to buy a case of cat tuna every pay cheque and feed them at least two cans every day… Somehow they managed to convince me to do it without my prior knowledge. Having followed Jeremy to the Old AIDS, I’ve taken an interest in making the change of spaces easier on all the new kitties that enter that area. It just seems like the right thing to do.”
Jeremy (I think we’re all calling him that now) has been so successfully turned into a cuddler that he’s ready and willing to love up anyone, anytime, seemingly all the time. Don’t expect much alone time with him, though. Offer him your lap and soon find Panther and Jasper tucking themselves neatly in beside him. Fortunately, he’s just as willing to snuggle with his cat friends as he is with his human friends.