To make up for a small political rant, I offer you cat photos today. Finn has been here since February, 2014 and he has always been a spoiled cat.
Petulant And Spoiled Cat
Like many cats, Finn has a lot of attitude. His main response to Thaddeus and I is “You’re not the boss of me!” or “You’re not my real parents, you can’t tell me what to do.”
Usually, he’s right. When he jumps on the dining table, we used to yell, or prod him off. He’d jump right back up. At least a couple of times. We’ve finally realized it’s easier to calmly move him to someplace that he likes. Like his cat-perch. He’s close by the table and even a little higher. He’ll usually accept being moved if we make it seem like we’re doing him a favor. And yes, he can tell the difference when we’re doing it to punish him.
He’s gotten to be an old cat. He’s mellowed out quite a bit. And honestly, Thaddeus has spoiled him rotten. We got a delivery recently and Finn liked the box. Thaddeus wrapped the box in a towel, putting a very low-level heating pad between the underside of the box and the towel. And then he moved the entire contraption in Finn’s favorite place to get sun.
Yes…completely spoiled! And very well loved.
Here are some random photos of Finn over the years (in date order…starting with the earliest).
Love this boy.
Continuing on with perseverance with my production knitting of fingerless mitts.
In addition to finishing the latest pair, you’ll note that I’ve also switched up the colorway on the next pair.