my cat's picture

Don't you think that he looks like he is in a christmas stocking or something? Actually he was in his now defunct bed. He gave it up because it was too small for him. He is a very looooonnnng cat. Next to a regular cat he looks huge. So, he has decided that the book bag that I had gotten from Goodwill is a better bed. Sigh. So, I went and got me another one and he was about to take that one over too, but this one is a backpack and it can be hung from the chair. I get to have some things too, ya know.
He has taken to chewing me if I don't give him his bedtime snack in time. I have taken to getting out the water bottle to cool him down with when that happens. Poor thing. We moved from a many windowed house with at least six views and a wonderful flight of stairs to an apartment that looks out onto a parking lot. And, there are no stairs except those in the hall.
The bedroom window looks out onto the backside of a pharmacy. A lovely shade of brick if I do say so.
I was going to hang a feeder, but then I thought that the people living downstairs may not appreciate bird doo on their windows.
I think he is suffering from cabin fever.I got him some of that grass in a cup and a plant of catnip. The grass went tits up and the catnip is on a high shelf to let it grow over 1/8 of an inch before he chews it up.
I try to play with him, but he is so easily bored. He will chase something for about 3 or 4 minutes and then plop himself down on the floor like the slug that he is.I even got him a laser pointer. He loved it for about a week then he figured out that I was controlling it and that he could never really catch it and he lost interest. Even after I let him 'catch' it. He knew there was nothing in his paws. He is too smart for his own good.
What I really want to do is get him a playmate. Problems are:
1. I am in school and short on extra money.
2. I go away from time to time and have to hire a cat sitter. Two cats would cost twice as much.
3. I will be moving to Florida at the end of 2009 and it will be difficult enough to move with one cat, nevermind two.
4. I am again on a guilt trip. I grew up catholic, you know. It is what we do best.