Shugardrawers
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I can't believe I forgot to mention Simon! Dh was working out of town and wanted a companion of some kind so one weekend while I was visiting him we saw an ad for free kittens. He was cute and fluffy so we took him. At first he would barely even come out. He hide for like 2 weeks. Then when he finally did he became an evil little bugger
He loved to hide under the bed and attack your feet. When Dh came home, he and Petey hit it off right away. They love to play together. Well, they did anyway. After Simon was declawed he figured out he didn't have the advantage anymore and now he's not so keen on stalking Petey.
Simon sits outside the bathroom door and wails until I come out. He has to jump up on the toilet seat when I flush and watch the water go around (he actually moves his head the same as the water when he does it) and loves to play with the water that drips out of the tub faucet. But boy, give him a bath and you'd think we doused him in battery acid
Every night after the lights go out he leaps onto my stomach (no small feat, he's a FAT kitty at 18#) and kneads me for several minutes then drapes himself, butt in my face and his head on my thigh, and goes to sleep. Oh, and his dish must be completely full at all times. If a single morsel is missing he comes and meows until I refill the dish
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Even though he was supposed to be daddy's kitty, he's most definitely a momma's boy.

Simon sits outside the bathroom door and wails until I come out. He has to jump up on the toilet seat when I flush and watch the water go around (he actually moves his head the same as the water when he does it) and loves to play with the water that drips out of the tub faucet. But boy, give him a bath and you'd think we doused him in battery acid

Every night after the lights go out he leaps onto my stomach (no small feat, he's a FAT kitty at 18#) and kneads me for several minutes then drapes himself, butt in my face and his head on my thigh, and goes to sleep. Oh, and his dish must be completely full at all times. If a single morsel is missing he comes and meows until I refill the dish

Even though he was supposed to be daddy's kitty, he's most definitely a momma's boy.