For Sale - Cheap: One Cat.
My cat has lost his mind.
I think that Rocky's gotten to that point in his life, where most animals come to. All he thinks about is food. And as soon as he's done eating he starts thinking about his next meal or snack. He's getting so fat. But if we don't feed him he goes crazy.
We have to sleep with our bedroom door shut. If we don't lock him out he spends the whole night chewing on my hair and trying to fit his head into the glass of water that I often have on my bedside table. So often did I end up with water spilled everywhere and my head buried under the covers that I figured it was time to lock him out.
Now he stakes out the bedroom door. And if he hears the sounds of stirring within he starts to meow. Deep, heartbreaking meows that leave you sure that he's dying out there. Somedays he waits for our alarm clock to sound but other days a cough is enough to start him up. (This morning I could hear him before 5am.)
Usually Eric feeds him since he gets up before me. But every once in a while I'm up first and I feed him. On those mornings he harrasses Eric like crazy. Even though his food dish is there for all to see, Rocky tries to trick Eric into feeding him.
He's a crazy cat. When I get home from work I can hear him meowing before I even put my key in the lock. Then, for the next 2 or 3 hours he follows me around, dogging my steps. So then I bend down to pet him, which he seems to enjoy for a couple of minutes. Then he starts biting me. If he's feeling really frisky he's been known to chase me around trying bite my ankles.
Oh and let's not forget that if he has a hairball he's sure to huck it up on the carpet. Can't ever make it to the linoleum. That's particularly a favourite trick of mine.
Other than that he's really well behaved.
Anyone want a cat?