One not-at-all purebred lynx point siamese, answers to ‘Montgomery’.
Was briefly cute as a kitten, but quickly developed discerning taste for human flesh, strange caterwauling tendencies, irritable stomach, skittish nature, hateful glare and now, on the eve of his thirteenth birthday (Aquarius, born January 31, 1994), an extremely cantankerous attitude towards my pyjamas, which includes urinating on them in the evening just before bedtime while they are located under the duvet and above the mattress; both of which were drenched by association.
Ideal future owner lacks nociceptors, olfactory functionality, auditory acuity and should be comfortable sleeping in the nude while being stared at balefully by a small, senselessly angry feline whose leisure activities include vomiting and ignoring the cat toys I knit for him.
N.B. Applications for adoption from adventuresome non-PETA gourmands, eager to finally sate their curiosity as to the taste of domesticated pate, will be considered (but not seriously)
…developed discerning taste for human flesh, strange caterwauling tendencies, irritable stomach, skittish nature, hateful glare and … an extremely cantankerous attitude towards my pyjamas, which includes urinating on them in the evening…
You mean, he turned into a Siamese. 😀
He’s so pretty, though! I love that his points are tabby. That’s hilarious.
Your mother’s cat MUST be related to my kitties.
*pet*
Aww, he’s just mad ‘cuz you never play with him! He doesn’t want you to *knit* the toys, he wants you to *throw* the toys.
Yeah, sometimes I get mad.
But when I do, I don’t URINATE ON PEOPLE’S BEDS to show them that they need to entertain me.
And thank goodness for that. Otherwise I would either have to take away your keys, or start waking up a reasonable hour in the morning after you’ve stayed over, to ensure timely entertainment.