02-28-2010, 06:42 PM
My sweet cuddly boy is feeling well. He has two personalities, sweet, loving and cuddly and hell on wheels. The breeder did warn me that this was the cat who could climb walls and was full of himself, but I didn't believe it.
In the last 24 hours, Linus has climbed two lamps and balanced on the finial. He climbed my fabric bins which are 10 feet tall, spilled 2 glasses of water, broke a pair of glasses, tormented Blue and Gussie, sat on top of my sewing machine pulling out the thread, ripped and bit my fabric covered design wall, and I could continue.
The worst however happened at 12:15 last night. I put him in the master bedroom, (2nd floor) and went downstairs in a tshirt ,underwear with bare feet to let one of the dogs in. Faster than a speeding bullet he was out the door, jumped off the porch, ran to the picket fence and slipped under. I was running in the front yard, which is the dog bathroom area, stepping in everything, screaming at the top of my lungs. Ran in the house to pull on pants and get my husband, hysterical, already thinking the worst; coyote, lost forever, hawk, etc. I couldn't understand how this happened as we are so very careful about just this thing.
Ran outside and he was streaking towards the house but when he saw me started going toward the fence again. We pretended to walk to the house and grabbed him in a flying leap before he could get away again. I have never been so frightened. No matter how much I prepare this could happen again. As soon as the meds are finished he is getting his chip. Now we lock him in the room while we open the door. It was beyond scary and it took me a while to calm down.
Linus (from Peanuts) is quiet, philosophical, and loves his blanky. Maybe that's the wrong name for him, and we should change it to Dennis. The menace.
He's our angel-demon kitty.
In the last 24 hours, Linus has climbed two lamps and balanced on the finial. He climbed my fabric bins which are 10 feet tall, spilled 2 glasses of water, broke a pair of glasses, tormented Blue and Gussie, sat on top of my sewing machine pulling out the thread, ripped and bit my fabric covered design wall, and I could continue.
The worst however happened at 12:15 last night. I put him in the master bedroom, (2nd floor) and went downstairs in a tshirt ,underwear with bare feet to let one of the dogs in. Faster than a speeding bullet he was out the door, jumped off the porch, ran to the picket fence and slipped under. I was running in the front yard, which is the dog bathroom area, stepping in everything, screaming at the top of my lungs. Ran in the house to pull on pants and get my husband, hysterical, already thinking the worst; coyote, lost forever, hawk, etc. I couldn't understand how this happened as we are so very careful about just this thing.
Ran outside and he was streaking towards the house but when he saw me started going toward the fence again. We pretended to walk to the house and grabbed him in a flying leap before he could get away again. I have never been so frightened. No matter how much I prepare this could happen again. As soon as the meds are finished he is getting his chip. Now we lock him in the room while we open the door. It was beyond scary and it took me a while to calm down.
Linus (from Peanuts) is quiet, philosophical, and loves his blanky. Maybe that's the wrong name for him, and we should change it to Dennis. The menace.
He's our angel-demon kitty.
