He hides behind my plants and spies on me, then atttacks me as I walk out of kitchen, and quickly hides under the table. When he’s not busy taking my slippers away, that is.
He is so adorable, I love feisty cats like that. They’re always entertaining. The closest I get is cotton, and she just stares at me like she knows what I’m thinking. It’s scary. But the only feisty thing she does is hide. But she’s very good at it! When we used to go to the cabin sometimes we would spend an hour looking for her. Somehow she knew when we were going even before the coolers got out or any boxes were packed. One time I found her behind a VCR, in that little area where the VCR sits that’s just high enough for a cat. I still don’t know how she jumped up there.
But I miss having a truly feisty playful cat.
Yeah I don’t know, I like his eyes the way they are. They are very specific about what the breed is supposed to look like though.