$#!& My Cat Does- Post 2

 My cat is on a set meal schedule. He wakes us up at 6:00 a.m. to be fed breakfast and then go out side for his usual patrol around the yard, staking his dominance to all other wild animals (coyotes, cows, birds, you name it-he'll hiss at it.)

To see a visual of this, I implore you all to click on this link: Cat Patrol

Anyways, that part is irrelevant, I just wanted to paint you a picture of what Henry (AKA Hanky, Kiki, Kisses, Mr. Tuxedo, and the list could go on but I won't) does on a regular basis. Seriously, he could be in the military-if it weren't for his bum leg- because he operates like clockwork.

Moving on, I should mention that my little monster is on a strict diet of Friskies canned food (variety pack courtesy of Costco) and a little bit of dog food kibbles during th day. He likes a wide variety of ethnicity in his meals. His favourite of the canned food is Mariner's Choice. But I couldn't find it, so I provided a photo of the next best thing, in his opinion anyway.

His next meal is set to take place between 8 and 8:30 p.m. and its usually my dad that feeds him at night. I'll be honest, my dad feeds him all the time. But things got a little crazy at my house last night since my dad was out curling with his buddies. Curling is cool by the way.

When Henry was ready to eat and no one was around that wanted to feed him (I was holed up working on my Journalism assignment and my mother... lives by the rule "Do you own your pets or do they own you?") he craved vengeance. Or I assume he did and he knows he can achieve this by annoying those around him. 

In times of feeding strikes, as I'm sure my very militant feline refers to it, it is necessary to revolt. His way of doing this involves knocking over the vent cover and running through the air ducts under the floors. As I was working away I could hear this banging around happening in the floor above me so I went upstairs to investigate. As I entered the office to check on the little guy's status, he launched himself out of the vent and started performing running and jumping stunts around the house like it was his own personal jungle gym. (It is. I raised him that way as he is product of a broken home- long story). 

In closing, I would like to suggest an inquiry into the Friskies ingredients as it seems like it could be crack for cats. I don't often compare the luxuries of a small life to drugs, but I DID watch him climb up the curtains. This is unacceptable kitty behaviour, even for a little monster such as he.