His colouring is black, white, and devious. (There he is in the photo with the nicest of cats, the great big ball of adorableness, Sifto.)
He sits on my shoulder because he thinks he's a parrot. I have to remind him that parrots don't purr like he does. And they're not quite so utterly pleased with themselves all the time.
He climbs things and looks to see how I react.
His big green eyes can be so evil, or so cute, depending on what he wants.
He mews like a wee bitty kitty when he doesn't want to exert energy. He sits at my feet with sad eyes until I pick him up. When I give in, his tail twitches because he is so delighted that he got his own way.
He loves to fight, and sometimes gets a bit carried away, as the scars on my hands and forearms will attest.
He always acts like he's starving, and then eats half of what I give to him, just so that he looks superior.
He's a superhero and a supervillain. He plays in boxes and loves to be cuddled. He likes jumping onto the piano as I'm practicing just to mess me up.
Sometimes he ignores me when I first arrive home after being away, but as the evening prolongs he cannot help himself, and has to come and say hello and lick my hand. Or my toe, which he knows I hate, but it's his way of showing he loves me.
I love him too.
Awww!! :D
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad he loves you. I knew he would. And he was yours with his first "fo-shizzle". ;)
Awww, Murdock! He's a good kitty. :D And a very bad kitty. He's the best of both.
ReplyDeleteMy wv is "inedey" as in, inedeyvacation, or inedeybreakfast. Mmmmm.