I’ve also seen him sharpening a stake when I refuse garlic on my spaghetti. It’s becoming a problem.
There are indeed two cats in my apartment. The uptick in cat from one to two is exponential. Some kind of cat-magic makes it so that wherever you are in the apartment, at any given time, you can look around and find a cat. They also have a tendency to gallop (the only fitting word) along the length of the apartment for no readily apparent reason. Needless to say, they’re kind of strange animals.
My significant other is the one who really precipitated my liking of them, though. She taught me the important thing is finding the right cat. Don’t read my newfound enthusiasm as naïveté: some cats are stereotypically stand-offish and dickish. I’ve met that cat. Nonetheless, a lot of them are quite affectionate when given the chance. It’s a different kind than you get from dogs. A dog is that friend who gives you a big hug whenever you see them and always wants to bring you presents for no reason. The cat is your buddy who’s like, oh hey man, and gives you daps, and then the two of you just hang out on the couch. They’re both good, just different.
I mean, cat friend brings you presents too, they’re just usually dead things so it’s not as heartwarming.