El Pussy Gato

You may remember my guest cat Dexter from previous posts. My cousin dropped him off in April for a two-week cat sit and well, he's lying on my feet right now. Dexter, not my cousin.
El Pussy Gato has once again become an integrated part of my modest suburban apartment and I'm no longer sure when he got here. But he seems to have come with a brand new cattitude.

Consider yourself lucky to wake up to this

He must have gotten here before taxes because I put him to work in April.

What's the sales tax in Wisconsin?

He started sitting in the dog's spot on top of the couch.

If you can't sit, you musta quit. Yes, I now have an Italian accent

Sometimes he stayed downstairs all night, only coming up to the loft to put in his breakfast order.

I see you've made a plate of Chicken & Waffles for yourself

He slipped into his routine like a hand in a glove. And then I got really busy and the glove turned into OJ's.

I can't help but notice you're planning to take time out from ignoring me to go on a little trip

I had no idea how much food and water to leave him when I left for my birthday road trip.

I've seen less food in a bomb shelter

The lady at the pet store said cats were under hydrated. I was afraid to leave the toilet seat up because I thought he might fall in

He began to amuse himself in new and inventive ways while I was sleeping.

Let me just pull out every single shirt through this little slot

He decimated his Mouse On A Stick and I had to order him another one.

My darling, can it be love?

One night he jumped on the counter and ate through a bag of hamburger buns. Then he tore through a baggie of lemon bread and threw it around the kitchen.

Able to leap up on places he shouldn't be in a single bound, it's El Pussy Gato

When he left me the remains of his Mouse On A Stick at my bedside I felt like I was in a scene from The Godfather. I hoped sharing an ice cream cone was the favor I couldn't refuse.

Hmm,  needs chicken

I'm not sure what's gotten into the ginger varmint, but things have settled down a bit. He comes when I call him and puts up with my less than stellar housekeeping. I don't keep food on the counter and leave him kibble in his snack shack in case he gets peckish overnight.

 Have you ever even thought of cleaning back here?

I had a rough week and he clung to me like snot on a toddler. I was trying to hide him from the landlord the other day, but instead of running upstairs to hide he sang like Merman.

Yeah, that cat's out of the bag. Now my turn to sing.