Signs I may be a little too obsessed by my cat, Mr Whiskerley.

1. His name includes an honorific and I'm not as embarrassed about that as I should be.
2. I fall asleep with him beside me most nights and wake with him beside me most mornings.
3. I have (genuinely) put off getting out of bed because Mr W has just settled into a new (cute) position leaning against me and I don't want to... hurt his feelings.
4. I have given him nicknames, including “Whickers” and “Whickerley Woo”.
5. I imagine I can read his micro-expressions.
6. I ascribe to him complex emotions when what his “frowny face” probably means is “I am hungry” or “you are sitting in my chair, you bitch”.
7. I think of the armchair as “Mr Whiskerley’s chair”.
8. I may have more photos of him on my phone than I do of my husband (I’m too embarrassed to count).
9. I am writing this blog.