He's the cat on the right, not the cat on the left. The cat on the left is Simon Helberg. And he only plays a cat named Wolowitz. The cat on the right is the real deal. I still dig Simon Helberg though. He's cool in my book.
But Wolowitz the cat? Yeah...that's another story. One that is rife with love and annoyance. Love, because, well...he's lovable. But annoyance, because well...he's annoying. Sometimes. Like when we decide to enjoy a beautiful late afternoon with a cocktail or two on the deck overlooking the harbor. He wants to be out there with us, so he cries...like a little girl. Okay, cries might be a bit of a stretch. But it sounds enough like crying to make us feel guilty. So fuck that guy.
And he has this thing that he does when he wants attention. He strolls up to Gia's work desk, jumps up and starts to scratch the cork board that she uses to organize her life. He doesn't do it because it's fun. No. He does it because he knows it annoys us, and it will get us off our asses and over to him to brush his coat. Because he likes that. And hates us. Or so it seems.
So yeah. Wolowitz. He's a dick, but we love him.