Vintage Paw
dead stare and computer glare
My previous two cats were female and never did any of this. My current boy cat turns into Satan at precisely 4am most mornings.
He sleeps on the bed anyway, on my side, but I'm so used to it now my legs find their natural place around him, so that's fine.
What happens at 4am, however, is that he decides to casually jump off the bed, then start eating the phone cable, the hair dryer, my hair straighteners, various plastic bags that are around about. I can lie there and ignore it, but Mr Paw gets ridiculously frustrated by it, and really angry. He jumps out of bed, piles random clothes over whatever Charlie is trying to eat (creating a barricade of clothing around cables etc) and picks him up and puts him back on the bed, where then it's my turn to try and placate him by stroking him.
He, of course, just jumps right off again to hunt more electrical items.
Most nights it takes until at least 5am to calm him down, sometimes until 6am.
He can get through our doors, so locking him downstairs does no good whatsoever.
I'm positive if we just ignored him he'd get bored and fuck off after a while, but Mr Paw gets so uptight about it and can't stand hearing even one rustle of a plastic bag, or one nom nom nom of a cable.
He sleeps on the bed anyway, on my side, but I'm so used to it now my legs find their natural place around him, so that's fine.
What happens at 4am, however, is that he decides to casually jump off the bed, then start eating the phone cable, the hair dryer, my hair straighteners, various plastic bags that are around about. I can lie there and ignore it, but Mr Paw gets ridiculously frustrated by it, and really angry. He jumps out of bed, piles random clothes over whatever Charlie is trying to eat (creating a barricade of clothing around cables etc) and picks him up and puts him back on the bed, where then it's my turn to try and placate him by stroking him.
He, of course, just jumps right off again to hunt more electrical items.
Most nights it takes until at least 5am to calm him down, sometimes until 6am.
He can get through our doors, so locking him downstairs does no good whatsoever.
I'm positive if we just ignored him he'd get bored and fuck off after a while, but Mr Paw gets so uptight about it and can't stand hearing even one rustle of a plastic bag, or one nom nom nom of a cable.
Truly a cat worthy of the name Satan!


