Of all the cats in the house, Brighton has the largest amount of character. Betty started calling him Ducky because he followed her everywhere. We're not sure why, particularly since she accidentally slammed him in the front door on Halloween shortly after we got him. Ducky would run just ahead of Betty as she climbed the stairs, watching her as he ran, which unnerved her. He would also like to flop and roll on the bed as she changed the bedding, a practice he continues to this day.He has an odd habit of running in front of you as you go down the stairs too. This can be a bit scary, but he tries to get a few steps in front of you, then he lies down, does his flop, and slides off that step and down onto the other.
He has big beautiful expressive eyes, and a determination that just won't quit. We have a saying "Everybody loves Brighton". He insists. Unfortunately, not all the ladies in the house want to love Brighton. Both Darlin' and Scooter have literally run screaming from the room to get away from him. His response is to lope after them, doing his best Pepe Le Pew impression.
He won over Squeak, won over Sugar, worked really hard, and won over Lucky, then amazingly enough, won over Belle, who won't have anything to do with anyone. He simply walks over to them and flops under their faces. They smack him, but his fur is so thick he doesn't feel it. He keeps pestering them until they simply give in.
The other night as I busied myself in the house, Ducky came by, as usual, and insisted I pay attention to him. After a few minutes he left, and I noticed him hanging out with Squeak. A short time later he was lying next to Belle. Like a true Casanova, he was roaming back & forth, spending a few minutes of time with each of his ladies, making sure they were happy. As I watched, the penny dropped. He visits me just as he visits them.
I'm one of his harem.
