< obligatory cat post >
3, 2, 1, GO!
Full name: Pogo Cutes Lumpyman. Title(s): Hunter, Troublemaker, Knocker-Over-Of-All-Things, Attack Cat. Also known as: Pogues, "CUTE and BAD!", My Little Gentleman, furry little animal friend, Bro-go, Po-Goat, and a slew of other aliases that come and go like the wind (99% of them created on a whim by yours truly).
Pogo is named primarily after the Walt Kelly comic, and also his very bouncy, athletic nature. Pogo will get curious and knock everything over, guaranteed.
I got Pogo about two and a half years ago. I had broken up with an ex, started dating Jordan, and moved into a house a couple blocks from Lake Merritt in Oakland. This was really the first time I had lived truly on my own, as I'd only ever lived with family and the ex-boyfriend before that. Despite having a barely-there roommate (who I still attest stole my XBOX and my copy of Red Dead Redemption, but that's a long, angsty story for another day), I lived on my own, and I was lonely.
... And a bit too broke for a proper adoption from the SPCA, so I hopped on craigslist, shot off an e-mail, and drove with my friend Jon to adopt an 8-week-old kitten named Booger. When we walked up to the door, we were greeted by two biiiig dogs -- maybe not the safest environment for a kitten?
When I saw his big ol' eyes for the first time, I swooned and said "Can I keep him?" And that was the first (and, to this day, the last) time I was given a YES!
It didn't take long for me to become attached... and amused... and fully aware that Pogo was a straight-up mischief maker. We're talkin' batting at your ankles when you close a door he wants to go through (to be fair, no claws!), galloping around the house for no particular reason, destroying nearly every cat toy within minutes, and always curious about that the view looks like from every shelf.
But he has a sweet side, too, even if it doesn't come out very often (or stick around for very long).
He likes to cuddle and be pet, but only until he doesn't, and if the petting goes on too long, he'll tell you. With teeth. Crazy-eyed love-bites (never drawing blood, it should be noted!). He's kind of a butt, but I've picked up on his warning signs that the crazycat's coming out. He has some pretty clear-cut crazy eyes:
Don't let the lying-down position fool you, that cat is about to BOLT.
But for all his crazies, he's got more personality than a lot of people I meet! ;) When he's not all riled up and out for
justice blood trouble, you can generally find him here:
Or in boxes and baskets (whether or not there's stuff already in them):
Or making funny faces...
Or laying in positions no human would ever deem comfortable or appropriate:
At any rate, he is probably the coolest cat I've ever met (Sorbo comes in a close second, he's pretty rad but boy is he stinky). I lucked out with this Craigslist kitty with an attitude. Did I mention his birthday is on Halloween? Really!
I am lucky to be his person.
Even if he does like to pee on our junk mail.
Whatever, it's just junk mail.
< / end obligatory cat post >
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