Fishing for attention, Sorata concluded, is as difficult as fishing for food. Not that Sorata knew much about the latter – he was a lucky cat, after all. Masamune was such a sweetheart, saving him all those years back. Having a home to live in since his days as a kitten didn't give him much experience with roughing it out in the wild. Masamune was always there to feed him (except for that one time when he was acting all weird and inattentive, but Sorata tried not to hold a grudge against him for that), and even when he wasn't, he had Takafumi. Sorata heard stories, though. Genji-san who lives with that nice old lady near Masamune's place told him that he was a stray for 5 years before that lady took her in. Fishing, he often said, was a form of art. It takes patience and skill, and even with that results aren't guaranteed. Sorata thought Genji-san was most probably just bad at it. Or lying since there wasn't any place to fish near here. In the end it was easier to just go and steal from fish markets. Well, he had to have some form of wise life story to tell the kittens.
Ever since meeting this man called 'Ritsu' however, Sorata reckons he has found a close comparison to the complex art of fishing. Whenever he was around, Sorata found himself having to pry for Masamune's attention. Sometimes he ends up with a small pat on the head, sometimes he got ignored altogether. In short, he didn't like that Ritsu man. He remembered him from he was a kitten, and even then he didn't like him. Always so nervous and jittery – couldn't give a comforting pet to a cat even if his life depended on him. Sorata recalled Ritsu jumping 3 feet up in the air the first time he bounded over for attention. What kind of man was afraid of a kitten, really?
Ten years later, Sorata still found Ritsu irksome. What with him sprawled on the couch under Masamune and all that. Takafumi dropped him here, and he wanted to spend some time with Masamune. By all means, he will spend time with Masamune. Honestly, Sorata felt that he's much too old to be fussing around like a kitten crying for attention. So with Genji-san's wise words in mind, he took action: leaping up the couch and wedged himself between the two men, curling soundly on Ritsu's chest (Ritsu flinched a bit at that. Some things never change, he supposed). That little stunt successfully earned him a scoop into Masamune's arm as he was moved to his lap. It really is easier to steal than to earn – affection or otherwise.