He always does it specifically on my face.

He needs to be attached to me in some way.

Can you stop?

With most cats, it's like, oh, like, I don't sleep at your feet.

With Bubby, it's like, hey, I kind of need to be like right here next to your ear.

Stop.

Stop.

I don't know why he does it, but he just really wants affection.

That's gross.

It's not comfortable at all, but it's tolerable.

If I'm working from home, he is demanding attention.

He loves to be on my meetings in the mornings.

It's really distracting to me, but my co-workers think it's funny.

When I come home from work, he will seek me out wherever I am.

What?

What?

Then slowly but surely make his way right in front of my face.

Back, beast.

I'm like, oh my God, can I please just, like, take a nap?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Bubby always just is staring at me, but it gets, like, increasingly more ominous the more he stares at me.

People assume he's, like, this very friendly cat, but he is a lurker.

You're just so ominous.

He's a very timid and cautious cat, and he doesn't like being alone in the house.

I'm back for baby.

We got Mittens, my other cat, to help when Bubby's alone.

Oh, oh, sorry, I need a good kiss.

I think that Bubby is better when Mittens is around.

Mittens brought a lot of confidence in him.

He feels that the world is a little bit more safer for him.

He loves Mittens, but he sees me as a source of safety and comfort.

I got Bubby at not necessarily the best time of my life.

I found myself getting out of my head.

He's a very grounding force in my life.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Despite all the unwanted affection, he's still the best cuddler.

He's my favorite little guy in this world.