Blog Post for Friday: The Pe(s)t

My cat is a 16 pound guy (pest) who tells me when it is time to eat.

In case I don’t get the message, he will glare at me for an hour or so. This will be followed by knocking over things to get my attention. Should that fail he’ll approach, and try to bite my ankles.

He’s a bit of a toe freak too.

If my Mom pets him too much and he’s had enough, he’ll reach out with his left paw (he’s ambidextrous too), and smack her hand away. He’ll follow with a right hook and meow like’s he’s upset.

He’s playful, and hits hard.

I don’t know how I ended up with such a bad animal. At least he doesn’t piss or buries excrement on the furniture. A crazy cat will do things like that.

He’s fussy. Muss up his fur and he’ll immediately commence to licking himself. He makes me wonder about people who refuse to groom themselves.

He’ll look up at me and meow like he thinks I will understand him. Who knows? Maybe on some level I do.

He’s very much a lap cat. He’s very affectionate. I can barely tolerate hugging people.

So when I’ve had enough of the purring and staring, I’ll toss him off of me.