I've reached my limit with Albert this week. Not only has he pooped inside the house despite having a perfectly good cat ramp to use to get outside, he brought me what appears to be parts of a dead baby bird at 3am.
It could have been a grown-up bird that he scalped but I think it just hadn't developed all its feathers yet. It certainly hadn't developed any evasion or flight skills if it managed to be captured by a one-eyed, special needs cat.
The last straw was spending an hour vacuuming up all his fur, brushing him to remove any sheddable* excess and getting out of the shower only to find he had downloaded all his fur onto the bathmat. He gave me a look that clearly implied "try getting wet fur off the bottom of your feet" before leaving for the couch, without a backwards glance.
Is anyone interested in a free cat? He's very clean, well-trained, loves nature...only has one eye but both ears and all four legs. Slight heart murmur. And a bit snorey** at times.
*Spellcheck says this is not a word. For the record, Spellcheck also says spellcheck is not a word so I'm not inclined to believe something so contradictory. Therefore, it is a word.
**Spellcheck also doesn't like this word. Frankly I'm inclined to agree.
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