Friday, October 7, 2011
In which I accidentally mistreat my pitiable cat.
Sleeps on any surface that is either cushioned or hidden.
Bruce is such a weird cat. He talks more than most humans (but only to me), is very affectionate but doesn't like to be held, scratches on nothing except the back left corner of our loveseat, and will starve himself rather than eat food of the wrong brand. Just noticed that last one yesterday, actually - I thought Noah was refilling the food dish, but then it became apparent that the poor cat was ravenous. Good thing I give him meat whenever I'm cooking and always share my cheese sticks with him.
I still feel terrible for accidentally starving the poor guy (not that he couldn't stand to lose a couple pounds, but still).
Jim likes to live dangerously.