Spoiled

Our cat is very spoiled.

How many cats have their own water fountain? But to be honest, it's really cool and now I don't have to change his water constantly. It filters and cools the water! And it makes him happy. He likes drinking running water for some strange reason and I never liked giving him tap water. It's not safe to drink.

Did I mention how happy it makes him? Now he doesn't have to barge in on us when we're in the bathroom. He'll stand out side the door and meow until you let him in. Or he used to. Then he'd hop up on the sink and stare at you until you turned the water on. It had to be cool and had to run at a specific volume.

Did I mention how much of a pain in the ass he is? If you didn't do this, he'd first whine and act cute about it, but he has his evil side. He's been known to nip and/or scratch. He's gotten better about the claws, and usually slaps. I hate it when he runs up behind me to slap me behind the knee. Flashbacks to my childhood and my uncle who'd do that. I keep expecting him to give me "flat tires" next.

He also has his window seat. He adores this thing. He used to have to snuggle in fleece blankets, preferably when we were under them. Now he's got this and we've almost become obsolete. I'm not sure I can blame him. A soft, fuzzy seat, a view and all of the birds and squirrels he can look at.

He's also got nearly as many toys as the kids. But his favorites? The ones he stole from the kids. He has this little rubbery Tigger toy. It's about an inch tall. He drags that sucker everywhere with him. He also likes to bat it around at 3 A.M.

He also loves his little rubber tire. He stole it from the boy. The boy-- or Destructo Boy, as I fondly call him-- destroyed a little toy truck within .025 seconds of buying it. (Yes, I make them buy most of their own toys. They break them so quickly. I buy biggie items and threaten them with grievous harm if anything should happen to them.) The tires were the only surviving items from it. The Boo loves his little rubber tire(s). He can also be found batting them around, in front of our bedroom doors, at 3 A.M.

I'm thinking of getting him a kitty condo for Christmas. Is there a 12-step program for this? I'm turning into crazy cat lady.