After numerous complaints from the cat regarding his living conditions, we’ve decide to update them. The problem was, Ropy’s shitterbox was in an unfinished basement. He got tired of getting his fat little paws cold…so the captors decided to make his space more habitable…still in progress though….spoiled little sh*t.
Well, the other day a sparrow fell victim to the “I think I can fly though that glass door” syndrome. Anyway, Ropeburn was on it. If a staredown could kill a bird, this guy would have been toast.
Ok…this has to be one of the weirdest (or stupidest) cats ever. A little background first. Ropy loves tuna. It’s the only non-catfood thing that he’s even interested in. As soon as you get a can of it out, he’s howling at you to let him lick out the can. Sometimes we add tuna to a fine box o’ mac and cheese as well. It’s gotten bad enough that if you just make plain mac and cheese, he throws a damn fit. Well the other day, I decide to mess with him a bit and give him a can of cream of mushroom soup. Sure as hell, dumb ass cat decided to lick it out. What a frickin’ weirdo.
So spring has finally sprung. The birds are chirping and Ropy’s sitting in a window smelling that fresh spring air. And then…..BLAAAAAA. “Too much spring air….must expel it as soon as possible.” Rotten S.O.B.
