Aug 02, 2010 02:23
Courtesy of my father, and his lovely insight---I am now convinced that my cat is going through his mid-life crisis. It's about time.
...If only the symptoms were...less traumatic.
I'm "his human", so of course, he is now feeling the need to reassure himself of this fact, by marking my his property. Namely, my silk Chinese dress. -sobs-
Among many other things.
He's sneaking out of the house. Frequently. Somehow. And hunting. Dad said he got out twice yesterday, while I was away in Vancouver for the Pride parade all day. The first time, he killed a baby mole. And the second time---dad caught him cornering a little field mouse, about to move in on it--and put him in the house. x.x
Blah.
-scampers off to start on her Pride!tastic journal-
my cat is a retard,
mid-life crisis,
squeaky