And I try to be a good learner, but then I am not a 5 kg ball of pure muscle covered in the fuzziest of furs…
We are both rebels, he is a 10 but manages to make me his pillow every time I am on the couch. Off course I can’t move..
He will create a ruckus, a major one, for wet food or boiled fish, he will yowl so bad that I would be shamed to give it to him, right then!
He pretends I am his number 1 in the day, and when my partner is back from work, he is all his. Best of both worlds situationship.
He knows what he wants and how to get it, today we’d a vet appointment for a blood test and he couldn’t be calmed down, he raised hell and despite being held down by 3 men and me, he couldn’t be controlled, and this was after he was on a calming pill.
We had to reschedule and the moment we stepped inside our home, he was calm as a lamb!
Only if he wasn’t so cute…
Fingers in symphony 