This is Atticus. He weighs 17 pounds, and is 5 years old. He likes to lick plastic, play tag with Anna, steal food from Anna's high chair, begs for milk, plays with twisty ties, blocks my path, and plays with his stuffed animal Bageria.
This morning at around 4am, he located a plastic bag on my dresser. Over the next hour, he ruffled and licked that plastic bag all over. By the time I fully awoke from the noise, my nerves were rather tight. I chased him away from the plastic bag, then attempted to hide it away from him. Within moments, he had located a bag of diapers that he immediately started to ruffle and lick. I chased him away from this bag as well, only to find that he was determined to lick some kind of plastic. In all, I chased him away from 4 different noisy plastic type bags from the hours of 4am to 6am. Boy I'm tired today.
Even as I type this entry, he is sitting in front of the monitor trying to block my view. I have removed him from this location 3 times in the last 5 minutes. I know he just wants attention, but after the bag fiasco this morning, I'm not anxious to play with him.
If the kids don't drive me crazy, Atticus certainly will!
1 comment:
Silly kitty! I didn't realize he was only 5. He must have been a baby when I met him all those years ago then. I love kitties.
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