It was nice to see how busy Robert's stall was today. He said it was because he had me lying there, and the city was full of cat-lovers. I just shrugged it off and dozed off beneath the table. I only awoke to socialize select few times. One was when Demeter showed up with her human queen. The poor queen's human was trying to wrap all sorts of jewelry about her neck, and I had a hard time not laughing. I think Robert felt the same.
Robert's a simple tom. Wakes up, sets up his stall, sells jewelry, goes home. His small apartment is barely big enough for him, but he seems to like it. And he's a very friendly tom. Always trying to engage other humans in conversation, even if half the time that conversation is an attempt to get them to buy something.
The other time I got up was when I heard Munkustrap call my name. He told me about how his tom was in the doghouse with his mate and was trying to find something pretty to get her. We both shared a good laugh before he headed off. I looked back at Robert, quite proud of himself for selling some piece of junk or other. Oh, Robert. I rubbed up against him, telling him how easy it is to make him happy.