(AKA Rascal.) He's a tuxedo cat. And there are times I wonder about him... very much. His temper is the most fickle thing I have ever known. One second he'll be loving you and rubbing against you, crying for attention, the next he'll be biting with his terrible teeth and scratching with his terrifying talons and kicking with his kangaroo hind legs.
And he's just downright odd.
Talk about narcissism...
And nonchalance...
And intelligence...
He's also quite stupid. Our puppy LOVES to play with him, but he's rather rough. Rascal usually ends up screaming through crushed lungs that he needs help... But we all know he brings it upon himself. He will intentionally saunter by Riley, waving his tail around, and then plop his saucy behind down right in front of him, or he'll sit on a chair and wait for Riley to walk by and then smack him with a paw. Of course all of that's too much temptation for Riley to overcome, so within seconds the cat is squashed on the floor and being stepped and stomped on. Not a little dumb, I think.
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But then there are those mornings when he comes running up the stairs crying his little head off and pushes open the door... Then runs and jumps on my bed and kisses me to tell me to get up. And the times when he rubs his head against yours, or stands up to rub your face, or pats your cheek with his paw. So yes, he is known as The Beast. I sometimes wonder if he has hormonal problems...
And he's just downright odd.
Talk about narcissism...
And nonchalance...
And intelligence...
He's also quite stupid. Our puppy LOVES to play with him, but he's rather rough. Rascal usually ends up screaming through crushed lungs that he needs help... But we all know he brings it upon himself. He will intentionally saunter by Riley, waving his tail around, and then plop his saucy behind down right in front of him, or he'll sit on a chair and wait for Riley to walk by and then smack him with a paw. Of course all of that's too much temptation for Riley to overcome, so within seconds the cat is squashed on the floor and being stepped and stomped on. Not a little dumb, I think.
(Click to play the video!)
But then there are those mornings when he comes running up the stairs crying his little head off and pushes open the door... Then runs and jumps on my bed and kisses me to tell me to get up. And the times when he rubs his head against yours, or stands up to rub your face, or pats your cheek with his paw. So yes, he is known as The Beast. I sometimes wonder if he has hormonal problems...
