I have a stalker, and his name is Elijah kittie. He loves me, and is so starved for attention that I feel bad when I can't give him 100% of my time, which is what he craves, all the time.
Last night, he woke up pawing my face...a major no-no. I don't mind if he sleeps on the pillow next to me or curled up between my feet, but when he gets restless and starts clawing and pawing my face, then I have to kindly pick him up and usher him out of my room.
If I kept in in here right now...I'd never get this entry done. He is a smart, but bad little boy. He knows how to get his daddy to stop typing. He just sits right on the keyboard.
So I pick him up and set him down on the floor. He doesn't learn. In two seconds, he's pack, sprawled across the keyboard.
And then he'll make these mournful sounds outside my door. begging to be let in. Sometimes I let him in, sometimes he just has to deal with it.
Eventually, when he realizes that I have work to do, he knocks over one of my trash cans, in frustrations.
So yes, as I said, he is little more than just a bad little boys who wants attention...even bad attention.
Last night, he woke up pawing my face...a major no-no. I don't mind if he sleeps on the pillow next to me or curled up between my feet, but when he gets restless and starts clawing and pawing my face, then I have to kindly pick him up and usher him out of my room.
If I kept in in here right now...I'd never get this entry done. He is a smart, but bad little boy. He knows how to get his daddy to stop typing. He just sits right on the keyboard.
So I pick him up and set him down on the floor. He doesn't learn. In two seconds, he's pack, sprawled across the keyboard.
And then he'll make these mournful sounds outside my door. begging to be let in. Sometimes I let him in, sometimes he just has to deal with it.
Eventually, when he realizes that I have work to do, he knocks over one of my trash cans, in frustrations.
So yes, as I said, he is little more than just a bad little boys who wants attention...even bad attention.