He is one of the three kittens that was kind of thrust upon me as I was working to trap/neuter/release some of the ferals in my neighborhood. The lady handed me a carrier and said, "I call those two Salt and Pepper," and I didn't even know which was which. My intent was to socialize the fearful babies and then find them homes. Unfortunately, the rescue that I worked with couldn't offer me any help beyond TNRing them as soon as they were old enough and I wasn't happy with that...so, I went from three to six cats, mostly happily.
And then there's Salt, LOL. Some days I swear this cat was sent by someone to test my patience, sometimes even more so than my son!
If ever I am saying, "One of the cats (insert something bad here)," you can almost guarantee I'm talking about Salt. The other five cats are VERY well-behaved when it comes to the birds, generally just ignoring them (or running away). Not Salt. He's the one that would eat Sullivan in a minute if given the chance.
He's also the one that has to be sprayed four times before he acknowledges that he needs to get the heck off of my kitchen counter, and will even run to where he knows the spray ends and stare at me (whereas the other cats run away at the sight of the bottle). He's the one that eats through breadbags and takes ONE nibble of bread, I'm pretty sure just to irritate me.
He's the one that begs constantly no matter what you're eating, and will steal even vegetables just for the sake of having human food. He's the one that chases Molly, who is elderly and ill, and makes her growl and shout in the middle of the night. He's the only one in the house that can play-wrestle with Garfield to the point that Garfield (who is THE most mellow cat) gets irritated.
He's the one who is trying desperately to eat the parade roses my dad got me for Valentine's Day even though I'm hoping (SLIM chance) to keep them alive until I can plant them outside. He's the one that gets Pepper locked in the kitchen cupboards when he opens the door for her and then leaves - she's too little to open them back up herself and gets stuck until I rescue her. He's the one that will steal food out of the other cats' mouths, and the one from which I have to defend Molly while she eats her A/D.
He's the one that gets his mylar balls stuck underneath the dishwasher and tries to get them out..AS I'm rolling it over to the sink. He's the one that has me hiding any cat treats in the microwave because otherwise he WILL get them. He's the one that turned our catnip container into a catnip shaker with all the holes he put into it. He's the one that plays so hard that every once in a while he just has to sleep ALL day.
He's the one that destroyed my Christmas tree two years in a row, so much so that I think next year I'm just painting one on canvas. He's the one that is always almost getting his head shut in the fridge door, and the one that I'm worried is studying the mechanics of how to open it.
He's the one with the big satellite ears that he ALMOST grew into, but not quite. He's the one that purrs when you pick him up, no matter what you're doing. He's the one that will wrestle with your hand but WILL NOT bite you. He's the one that lays on my legs while I'm sleeping but doesn't move when I wiggle. He's the one that hides special toys in weird places to give me a smile when I find them. He's the one that never tries to sneak outside, and the one that would break his own neck chasing the laser pointer if you let him. He's the one that appreciates each and every homemade cat toy I make. He's the one that sleeps like he has no bones. He's the one that eats stuff the birds drop on the floor, helping me keep up with housework. He's the one that keeps me company while I take a bath, and he's the only one that never ever steals my chair when I get up. He's probably THE most photogenic cat in my house.
I just love this cat. He keeps me young!
Edited by Monica, 16 February 2010 - 05:10 AM.