Yeh right. I was going to order two but changed my mind.
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
My cat can't get up on the bed because he has no front claws or back leg strength yet. But next week we start training and massages for his bum hip and leg. But as of now he won't stay out of our sight or even go into a box or a basket He peed in the last cat box I made him. He sleeps on the wood floor. Not on the rugs mind you that are two feet from him but just the floor. He usually sits in a doorway like he had a job as a doorman once. He cries for food like a British orphan. But when he comes to me he will stay for scratches and belly rubs FOREVER. He's a psycho for it but I want him to come to me when he needs love. I need him to like me because most things don't and I don't want him to be in that group. I just want him to be okay with me, faults and all. But mostly I want him to be impressed that he hit the jackpot and became the new beloved cat of a genius. Every genius needs a cat. Now I am safe from the Mummies and all other forms or Egyptian spirits. I need a cat to soothe my soul. Unfortunately I rescued one who doesn't seem to want the job.
Posted by Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness at 10:34 PM