He has it rough

This is Emerson. I named him after Ralph Waldo. He likes to sleep here on the back of the chair cushion. I'm afraid there may be a permanent dent. He only drinks running water and he has to eat special food that costs $30 a bag (otherwise he throws up). He follows me around like he's a dog instead of a cat. He is persistent and gets whatever he wants. He's always at the door waiting for me - I hear him meowing as I walk down the hall. And when I walk in he takes about 5 steps and then flings himself over on his side for a tummy rub, every time, without fail. He looks so nice and cute here, but he always wakes me up in the morning by biting me if I don't get out of bed early enough - actually I should say by savagely attacking me. But he's cute and cuddly when he wants to be and loves all visitors. If you come over - he will follow you around and keep flopping on the floor in front of you until you pet his tummy. Oh yeah - he likes to be lint rolled and massaged with the electric back massager.