Recently I posted that our kitty firmly believes he is human. I suppose that is not entirely true; he does stalk like the little panther he so closely resembles. Here is the squirrel stalking incident I managed to capture the other day:
We saw the squirrel nibbling happily at the bright orange bowl, and our kitty dropped down low to the floor and scurried up to press his nose quite close to the window.
The squirrel pretended not to see him.
Our kitty's muscles tensed. He was wound tight.
The squirrel pretended not to notice.
Our kitty shuffled a fraction of an inch closer.
The squirrel pretended not to notice.
Our kitty nearly burst with tension.
The squirrel nonchalantly made his way to the window. I could hear him in his little squirrelly voice: "Haha! Punk! You can't get me!"
Our kitty pounced. Whack! Take that!
Both survived. The squirrel ran off to take a break before coming back to help himself to the bird seed. Our kitty had defended his home against the dastardly squirrel. Its not like he was hunting for food; he knows where food comes from.
He knows he is part of the family. He likes to hang out close to Hot Daddy when he is working.
He knows he is the family protector. (See squirrel incident above.)
He's not keen on intruders.
He should have been prepared for what followed.
But its not all bad. When he isn't sleeping with Princess Pea Pod, he enjoys her toys.
That's the puppy bed she got from Build-A-Bear for Christmas.
Our kitty got there before Pluppy or Caitlyn could. Puppy? What puppy?
He has been known to try to stow away in our luggage.
He knows what it means when the suitcase is flopped across the bed.
And he thinks he's the greatest gift we've ever received.
We think he's pretty cool too. I think we'll keep him.
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