10IB hour 4
January 29, 2009
My cat Cha Cha is a crazy little guy. We got him from the humane society back in November on an impulse buy. After seeing his little face it was hard to say no (he was still a kitten). When we first held him we thought it was pretty funny how he would play with your ears or your pull strings on your sweatshirt, not knowing the "best" parts were yet to come. We brought him home promptly and for the next few weeks he was rather laid back. He had gotten a basic cat cold at the humane society so he wasn't feeling quite up to snuff. We kept him in his own room so the other two cats didn't get the same illness. A few weeks past and we were soon letting Cha Cha roam the house to his content. For a few nights we would keep him in a room with either my Mom and Dad, my sister, or myself. My night with Cha Cha was... interesting. It started fine, he was cuddled up at my lap and i turned off the light. At least 2 hours later, i was woken by a small fury animal clawing at my mouth. Needless to say, i was quite startled, i sat up and push the little cat back down to my lap. However, this was not the end of his antics. Strangely enough he made a sport out of waiting for me to breathe out and then pounce on my hand. The pain was pretty unbearable. His tiny claws were incredible sharp. Without a second thought, i threw him out of my room.
I felt so bad about throwing him out the nights he spent with me so i would try and entertain him with kitty toys and strings. He was so in love with these, that he turned almost every object in the house into a toy. This is where things got bad. With only my dad home during the day, Cha Cha would take advantage of the time to cause as much destruction as was physically possible for such a little cat. He would knock papers off tables, steal my tissues, roll around the pens i use for school, and even take paritcular care to liberate any objects from tables and counters for the dog to have her way with. We have yet to find a cure for his bad behavior, primarily because when you try to be mad, he'll look at you with his wide eyes and little face with the innocence of a small child. Even though you know, it'll always start back up the next time your gone.