That describes the cat that has moved into my house and has tried to take over my life. For the past 15 months I have been house sitting for an old friend. The house came with one plant, that I was informed I could let die because it belonged to her ex, and one cat that I was to keep alive. What I was not told was that the cat was in charge.
The cat's name is Tigger but is called The T Man. He has a strut to go along with that name.
This is what everyone sees when they visit me. A calm, cute kitty waiting to be pet.
This is what I see when those same people go home. A cat with a God complex.
He spends most of his time outside eating, sleeping and screwing. An animal with everything, lol. I have seen him fight a Doberman and a possum for his food; and win.
When he is in the house he has one favorite place to lay down, a blanket placed on top of the couch by my Second Life partner. There he will stay as long as I am awake.
The second I fall asleep he creeps over and snuggles up to me. I have gotten use to that.
It's funny, there is little I feel bad about leaving behind in this house next month. Except that stupid cat. I can not take him and I will miss him.
Cats know how to finagle their way into our hearts. This one certainly has managed that with me. When I first moved into the house I would not even let him come in. That did not last long. I even started buying him a better brand of food. The little bastard won me over.
So I am heading out with both the cat and that plant in good shape. I guess my work is done, lol.