Aw, Trial Cat -- but third random biting on Sunday and I ran out of chill. That guy has to go.
And I did win -- for now. Soon that cat will know that I don't always win.
Goal for today: out-stubborn a cat. "I'm not going to fight you," I told him as that cat fought to squirm into an off-limits room, "I'm just going to win."
I think Trial Cat is trying to hack his way into our ductwork. It's a good thing this cat can't work a crowbar.
Truth is, I'm fond of this rascally cat. (And just look at all that junk I'm rid of now!) But Chuck Atlas would lack a rasslin' buddy, and that is not a cat built for solitary-cat living.
Trial Cat, unusually still for a jiffy. (Gaining back his vigor for an upcoming bout of wild romping, no doubt.) This guy is a Chuck Atlas of cats: robust, muscular, totally built.
I'd say that Josh and I will own not so much stuff by Monday. Chaos cat, criminitly.
On a trial run of a cat. I do not think this is going to work. This cat's a handful and a half.