So he drinks all day and cats it up at night...We still love him. Tearing up shit. Shitting up shit, well, just the linoleum floor, but regardless, he's a rebellious adolescent and we don't know what to do with him.
Mr. Seeds has four vices: turkey, vodka, string, and cigarettes. We catch him stealing our booze and stealing cigarettes from the gas station down the street, and there's just no stopping him.
We find him passed out most mornings, or completely "crunk" as he calls it. Most of the time when we try out interventions we get ass-in-the-face-tail-jerk combos that are so disheartening. It's a cry for help, but we don't know how to handle him.
Here are his parents...trying desperately to try to break through to his delicate adolescent feline psyche. He's got mother issues, apparently. Maybe an Oedipus complex? I don't know.
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That cat looks like I real piece of shit. I'm sure we'll get along just fine.
He'll learn to love you...even if he has to learn the hard way...j/k. How could he not?
Thanks Ms. Cassy! I try to be a good momm to Robby, it's hard but totally worth it! I've been keeping up with your blog and it sounds like you are in a difficult, but good spot. I hope you can figure things out and get to a point where you can find true joy everyday, heck, I hope we all can!
have you tried beating him without mercy?
or locking him in the closet for days on end without food or water?
That seems pretty cruel...he's so creative really...he shit on the floor today and covered it completely with his favorite piece of string. I laughed so hard I couldn't even be mad. Then of course he lost his best toy...
Cats! You can't live with them, and you can't live without them.
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