I adopted this adorable little man (Snickers) about 3 weeks ago from a foster based shelter. A few months after losing my “soul cat.” Please note, this post is flaired humor for a reason, and this is all in jest. He’s a lot like the boy I lost, just a kitten and still a demon.
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Broke our bedroom window curtain rod
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Unplugged our bedroom ac unit
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Figured out how to get up on these cabinets
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Got stuck inside a bathroom cabinet
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Missed the litter box completely (only once lol)
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Traumatized (not literally) out 85lb German shepherd. She loved the last little dude. This one doesn’t quite wanna be her friend yet, but they’re doing much better.
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Has an absolute compulsion to eat my silver bracelet. He’s been great about not being too rough with playing on skin, until it comes to this damn bracelet. He knows he can’t have it, so he sneak attacks and then CLAMPS down, I believe not understanding there’s skin attached to it. I legit have to stick a finger in the side of his mouth to make him let go bc his teeth get in the chain (it’s a necklace I wear as a bracelet) and I feel like I’m gonna break his teeth if I pull.
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Is actively trying to do the above but has settled for chewing on my finger instead. (Softly)
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Is banned from having catnip until he matures because he went full crackhead and was honestly kinda scary.
Some less crazy more adorable things he does:
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He loafs his front paws almost every time he lays down. It’s like his normal, and I love it.
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He’s incredibly vocal, which I enjoy a talkative cat. My last boy always ran up to me yelling.
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He sleeps curled up against my back, practically since the night he got here.
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He follows me everywhere around the house. (He’s basically a dog, that looks like a cat)
Basically I’m high and this is where little dude was when I came into the kitchen and I just adore him.