Gregory came to me toward the end of my sweet Tabitha's
life. Tabithat hated him, as she hated all cats, and Gregory was usually
respectful enough to stay out of her way. I called him "Grey Kitty" for about
nine months before I finally renamed him Gregory. I had tried different names,
but nothing would stick. My sister
suggested the name Gregory because it sounds so much like Grey Kitty that the
transition would be easier.
Wherever I live, Gregory is always everyone's favorite cat. He is extrememly friendly. Too friendly. I have seen him follow people into their apartments many times. Once I went looking for him to get him inside and I found him looking down at me from some other girl's balcony.
Aside from being a wonderful companion to humans, he also is a great mama cat to
kittens. I have brought many kittens into my home. Gregory will always play with
them, more gently than he normally plays. And he bathes them too. He pins them
down and licks them clean while they scream and cry. This is a photo of Gregory
cleaning Xena.
He is something of a trouble maker, though. He likes to pick on other cats, seemingly for fun. He makes a big fuss if he doesn't get what he wants all the time. But he is generally incredibly laid back. A complete stranger could walk up to Gregory, pick him up any which way, swing him around, anything at all, and Gregory would just purr. And he loves to snuggle with me at night.