Not half as sweet as his brother, he barely tolerates us. He tolerates us because he has a warm cozy spot in front of them fire, because I spoil him rotten and buy him all kinds of yummy kitty treats, because he likes to be scratched under the chin and because occasionally I sprinkle catnip on his favorite napping spot.
He has a fondness for peas and butter. And toes.
We call him the Prince and I have a feeling he is fully aware of his status.
So he is a snob, I love him anyway.