What makes Bootstrap so mean?
When Kid Sis found Bootstrap huddled under the bushes at our country church last month, he was a pathetic, mewling mess. The second she brought Bootstrap home, he came to me full of purrs and innocent kitten looks.
After he spent a few days adjusting to his new domain, he decided that he no longer had to act like an innocent baby.
Bootstrap is an attention hog. I cannot go to the bathroom without a mewling, screaming fur baby outside the door. If I sit at my computer, Bootstrap is on my lap. If I get in bed, Bootstrap curls up around my head. He claws me if I move too much for his liking.
He also bullies the other kitties. Even the really mean ones. He somehow manages to get Trouble to leave her kitty blanket and curl up in the corner – without even touching her. He scares off the bigger cats – without even touching them. I suspect his Demonic Kitten Breath drives them away.
When you dare to go to sleep (read: stop giving him attention), Bootstrap gets his revenge. Last night, like a few nights before, he took a dump on my notepads. A few days before that, he spent goodness knows how much time shredding my cigarettes. And when he’s really upset, he knocks everything off the kitchen table.
Submitted by: Sarah