Moose, my orange tabby, ought to be in a "soap opera". He verbally overreacts to everything. Whenever Lucy quickly approaches him to play, you'd think she was pulling out his whiskers one by one. The other night he walked up to her, hissed, and ran away.
He loves to be the center of attention; he'll sit on the kitchen counter and howl, waiting to see which of us will go and see what's going on.
He goes into the dark bathroom and sits on the toilet seat, stares at the wall and cries. I used to think there must be a huge bug in there that he really wanted, but after nine years, and no bugs, I've decided he's just a Drama King!
There should be an award show for cats!
He loves to be the center of attention; he'll sit on the kitchen counter and howl, waiting to see which of us will go and see what's going on.
He goes into the dark bathroom and sits on the toilet seat, stares at the wall and cries. I used to think there must be a huge bug in there that he really wanted, but after nine years, and no bugs, I've decided he's just a Drama King!
There should be an award show for cats!