Sooo Stilton Wants Me to Lift His Furry Ass Up Into the Windowsill, Even Though He Can Get Up There Himself...!...

Jaime swears Stilton is calling for his Daddy.  'Meuw, Meuw...'

Jaime is right.

After a half hour of time in the kitchen with Stilty, he finally feels comfortable enough coming out of his 'zen' spot.  He hesitates to jump up onto the windowsill.  Mind you he can easily make this leap.

But looking at me, big eyed, and sacrificed, he stretches his limbs as if to make the move.  Only to tense himself and again just give me those ridiculous needy eyes.

Leaving for a minute I feel for my little old man.

Upon return, Stilton leaps off the sill.  Kid in a cookie jar.  Teenager in the liquor cabinet.

Stilton is either too old, or too much of a cat to feel remorse.