How do I know? Let us count the ways:
1. He does not move an iota when I make fun of his stubby little legs and fat tummy and remark on his vacation weight gain from gorging on crunchies.
2. He does not run away when I chairdance with him. He purrs loudly, even, as I contort his body in time with my imaginary music.
3. Nothing will get in between him and the socks.
4. He poked me awake 11 times the first night.
5. Being impaled by needles is not a reason to get up from my lap.
6. He doesn’t mind my holding his back legs in my hands, positioning them into goofy poses for my amusement.
7. He hasn’t tried to drink any of my beverages.
8. The plastic bags have not been chewed on. Yet.
9. When I eject him from my lap for the crime of sitting on my arms, hands, and socks concurrently, he happily sits up next to me.
10. Mr Purple Hippo, Mr Pink Bear, and that brown bear he carries around like a kitten? Completely ignored.
11. He holds onto my hands to prevent my knitting.
12. He sleeps on my clogs when he is not on my person.
