Uncle Snookums! Uncle Snookums!

Snookums is such a good uncle and it's so adorable, I can't even stand it. The highlight of Tristana's day seems to be when she's snuggling with him or they're grooming each other - he does most of the grooming but she tinily and ineffectually tries to groom him back - but she still spends the rest of her time raising hell and frequently jumping on him and biting bits of him out of nowhere, although I don't think it really hurts (it's normal to see him standing completely deadpan and unmoved like he doesn't even notice her hooked over his back by the elbows play-biting him). And it's so cute to see her mirroring him when they're sitting together!

He seems to take this responsibility fairly seriously, but I guess it makes sense he is well socialized in that way from growing up in the house of horror with 23 other cats (even if he was a little bullied by them all once he grew up).