_ I just adore my cat. I would run into a burning building to go get him. I would do anything for him, though he would do anything for me. I know, “Crazy cat lady”. He is a big boy, 22 lb. He’s a little fat but he’s mostly just a big cat. At eleven years old he still occasionally plays.
_He is quite a character. He’ll tell you off if he disagrees. If he likes you, he’ll kiss you. He’s like a two year old. He eats around the dark nuggets in his bowl, (actually he’ll spit them out) he comes and tells me when he’s pooped, (not pee, just poo) and gets aggravated when I don’t pay attention to him, when he wants me to pay attention to him. And he’ll give an aggravated huff. If he thinks you’re being rude, he’ll give you a withered, disgusted look. Animals too. If he thinks they lack manners, he’ll glare down at them.
He doesn’t like messes and avoids them. If you threw 52 cards on the floor, he’ll walk around each one. An annoying habit he has, is he likes to wake me up in the morning if I slept too late. If I don’t get up, he’ll just lay there, staring at me. To the left, his expression is, "Are you kidding me? Are you trying to piss me off?"
But he is a lover not a fighter. Only once, have I ever seen him become territorial around a person. It was very strange, he would not let a maintenance guy into my apartment. He was hissing and growling, pounding the floor with his front feet. If I didn’t see it for myself, I’d never believe it. But he has never been aggressive since with human or animal.
_I could write tons about him but I leave it at that. But here’s a funny little thing, if he was one of the characters in Fathis: Birth of a Falcon, he’d be...Cornac. Yeah, he knows he’s gorgeous. The picture to the right he's giving his "come hither" look.
Some say people like to substitute pets for kids-ok....
I do not have kids, I do not want kids, but kids always seem to like me. I think it’s because I don’t treat them like a kid. I treat them as an equal. Whether 5 or 18 I assume we have an understanding. I don’t do baby talk or say “look at the cutie”, blah, blah, blah. I talk to kids like they are intelligent humans, because I hated that crap when I was a kid. I remember I used to think, “Do they think I am an idiot so they need to talk down to me?” I imagine there are kids out there that are like me, so I treat them with intelligence.
(Notice, I never tell you his name?)
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