Love-starved Thatch, for all his dislike of being held, is becoming the little flirt. He loves to be petted, so he rubs against my legs, then lies down, rolls on his back and lets me pet him. When he gets tired or frightened of what he's feeling, he runs away, and then comes back for more. Over and over. Early this morning, he jumped into bed with me and Annabelle, curled up in my armpit and I would swear he tried to nurse!