Enkidu is being very friendly at the moment, which I like to think is reciprocal altruism, looking back to the time when he was the one with the damaged limb and I was (one of the ones) looking after him.
(What you can’t see in this photo is that these two cats are enjoying the music of the late, lamented Waylon Jennings.)
Bonus content in the comments: the cats are sitting just where I was sitting when I buggered up my shoulder, but they appear to be coping far better.
We may be the only two people in the world who have cats called Enkidu (I also have one called Gilgamesh…).
Cheers, a random passer-by.
Enkidu is a very good name for a cat. I’m glad someone else has noticed this, too.
(My wife can also claim to have a cat called Enkidu, but I think I know what you mean.)