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My names Michael. I hate cats. My father taught me they are evil and I have seen such.
Christy got a new female kitten that she couldn't keep where she lived (not thought through) so she asked me if I'd keep him at my place for a while till she figured it out.
I---oh so---reluctantly agreed IF she came to clean and feed him daily and clipped his knives weekly.
She even named the thing after me. Michaela.
First thing we brought it to the vet to find out it was a boy. Renamed Michael. This thing had a sex change. Great.
I put up a barrier to keep him away from me on the kitchen/bedroom side of the apartment.
He made valiantly impressive attempts to climb it. And would call my name daily...Meowkal!
At night the thing would come up on the bed and curl around my head. I consistently THREW him off. He kept coming.
One day he conquered the barrier and came and curled on the laptop. Then I realized day after day he had to be within 12 inches of me at all times. It was kinda nice. I stopped removing him from my head at night.
He started drinking iced tea out of my glass. I had a drinking buddy. He really impressed me when he started drinking beer out of my glass. And he wouldn't stop!
As weeks went by I began giving him an array of pet names.....and making up songs to sing to him. Then bringing him shopping with me in my pocket to Friendly's to eat. (Hidden in a black bag I have. Waitresses love him.) Somewhere in there I realized Christy had given me my new best friend and she'd have to find her own kitten.
Now Michael Furrington Purr, aka Kitten Furry, aka Furr Furr gives me space (2 feet) and I'm working on a bike rack for him.
Now I have a cat face shirt and cat key chain hook, cat wall ornament, cat bell and I sing to him when he eats.
What the hell happened ? !
He's now a 2 yr 4 mo old well dressed Tuxedo.
Michael The Bartender
Christy got a new female kitten that she couldn't keep where she lived (not thought through) so she asked me if I'd keep him at my place for a while till she figured it out.
I---oh so---reluctantly agreed IF she came to clean and feed him daily and clipped his knives weekly.
She even named the thing after me. Michaela.
First thing we brought it to the vet to find out it was a boy. Renamed Michael. This thing had a sex change. Great.
I put up a barrier to keep him away from me on the kitchen/bedroom side of the apartment.
He made valiantly impressive attempts to climb it. And would call my name daily...Meowkal!
At night the thing would come up on the bed and curl around my head. I consistently THREW him off. He kept coming.
One day he conquered the barrier and came and curled on the laptop. Then I realized day after day he had to be within 12 inches of me at all times. It was kinda nice. I stopped removing him from my head at night.
He started drinking iced tea out of my glass. I had a drinking buddy. He really impressed me when he started drinking beer out of my glass. And he wouldn't stop!
As weeks went by I began giving him an array of pet names.....and making up songs to sing to him. Then bringing him shopping with me in my pocket to Friendly's to eat. (Hidden in a black bag I have. Waitresses love him.) Somewhere in there I realized Christy had given me my new best friend and she'd have to find her own kitten.
Now Michael Furrington Purr, aka Kitten Furry, aka Furr Furr gives me space (2 feet) and I'm working on a bike rack for him.
Now I have a cat face shirt and cat key chain hook, cat wall ornament, cat bell and I sing to him when he eats.
What the hell happened ? !
He's now a 2 yr 4 mo old well dressed Tuxedo.
Michael The Bartender
Glad you and Michael have worked it out and may you have many rewarding experiences together! Be sure and let us know how the bike thing works out. I know my cats would love it!
