All that cuteness can’t come cheap.
I swear when I look at my cats I know they’re plotting our doom. At least, Mika {Mee-kah} is. Mika is the type that you just know is thinking up some kind of torture. I mean, what cat wakes you up at 4a to be fed, only to weave through your legs as you attempt to get to his bowl? What kind of cat avoids you at all costs, hidden somewhere in the apartment you’ve torn apart 20 times searching for him, only to randomly playfully attack you out of nowhere, or stare at you for like 5 minutes straight?
Max on the other hand…he’s more innocent. Or at least, that is his front. Everybody loves him…he is a literal ‘chick magnet’, as well as the topic of today’s prompt:
Prompt #1: Close your eyes briefly. Think of one object in the room and focus on it. Without opening your eyes, recall as much detail as you can. After about 3 minutes, write about the object without looking at it.
Max is an orange and yellow striped tabby who came to us from a breeder nearly 6 years ago, as a playmate for his brother; Mika. Don’t be fooled by his pretty coat; he is a furry cat, and it. Gets. On. Everything. His birthday is June 6th, the result of a promiscuous feline who loved the outdoors, and inherently passed the trait onto her offspring. {Though we insist he stays inside.}
Unlike Mika – who for the most part figured out how to open doors if they are slightly cracked – Max learned how to open the trash can operated by a button on the lid. He likes to get into everything, and by that I mean everything. Plastic bags are okay, but Max much prefers little pieces of plastic he can chew on, if his humans are caught unwary. However on this same note, Max refuses to eat the creepy-crawlies he chases after, preferring instead to pick them up in his mouth and throw them back on the ground, watching with rapt attention.
He has big gold eyes that remind me of Puss In Boots from Shrek, and any little movement captures his attention, which is a pain in the neck especially when trying to tie my work apron. Though he has to be the center of attention, and unfortunately suffers from separation anxiety {that is, unless I am the one leaving the apartment} he will gladly settle under the covers with you at night. And if you’re trying to sleep when he’s not ready for bed – forget ahbaht it! He will continuously headbutt you until he gets his ears scratched, and push his paws in your face when trying to get comfortable.
He loves to sit in your lap, and get in your way if he has the chance. Silent {unless you have a bowl of food ready for him} but playful, the only toy he avoids is one that lights up and chirps when it is thrown. Max loves to climb, and found a way to define Ceiling Cat. He also loves sunspots, sleeping on heaters, and purring loudly.
I know that I have a few structural issues with this post- as in run-ons and POVs, but that aside {since I’m not fixing it}, here’s the Question of the Blog:
Do you have pets? Are they anything like Ceiling- or Doom-Cat? Describe them to me {even if I already know about your pets}. OR, you can pick your own, actual object as requested in the blog. Or person. Describe the person sitting next to you, even if it happens to be that smelly creep who either has lazy-eye or a death wish sitting next to you at the library/bus stop.
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