I bet he isn't, who's cats have these endearing qualities other than
mine?

1. Whines for me to go in kitchen, I assume he needs either food or
wants to go in the garden, so I follow him into the kitchen, nope
there's still food in the bowl and when I open the door he doesn't go
out (b/f said he does it "because he can").

2.  Leaves a tiny amount of food in his bowl (emergency rations just in
case mum doesn't get back on time) - then (apparently) 5 minutes before
I get home (how does he know I'm on my way) - scarfs down the rest of
it.

3.  Sometimes sits with his bum outside the litter box and craps on the
floor, but still tries to cover up the non-existent dum, grrr.

4.  Ignores me for hours, disappears upstairs to lord knows where, but
the minutes the computer is switched on demands attention at my feet,
then if is ignored, jumps up and sits between keyboard and screen, and
demands kisses.

5. I buy a new lovely cream sofa, because he didn't sit on the old dark
one I thought it'd be ok, ha bloody ha, mmm where shall we sit today
that we haven't moulted on, ooh look there's a nice clean spot.

6.  This is my favourite: when I lived in my old place, which was quite
a dodgy neighbourhood.  I'd gone away for the weekend and a neighbour
from another block was looking after him.  When I got home late Sunday
night (no all night shops in that area) there was no food in his bowl,
none in the fridge and he was in no way going to let me get thru the
night without feeding him.  Boy was I angry, I thought she'd not fed
him since the morning.  So I called up another neighbour who said I
could have a tin of tuna to keep me going til morning, had to walk
across dodgy estate and back in pouring rain.  The next morning I
called said petsitter to give her a bollocking, and yes, you've guessed
it, he'd been fed not an hour before I'd got home, grrr!!  I guess
that's the trouble with being a veggie, you never have anything that
they'd eat in stock.

Anyway, rant over best pretend to do some work.

Marcia Slave Perfecto