The Cat from Hell

A vision of beauty from his head to his foot.
Eighteen pounds of fluff
A squirrelly spitfire who takes spells
Ripping around leaving fluff balls drifting in the air.
He opens the cabinets, stands looking in
Must be doing inventory of what is there.
He runs down the hall jumps, and turns on the switch
Illuminating the walkway for whom? Himself?
Too bad he doesn't turn them off when he is through.

He's a right handed cat, never comes up to my left
My right hand shows this from his play.
It's entirety scratched from his over zealous fun
Does he think I am one of his siblings to romp with delight?
I am left-handed and I think he knows this
He must know I can't over power him due to that fact.

He worries me when he looks up at the ceiling
He has no fear; I expect he will be hanging from a light-fixture one day.
It's hard keeping things hanging on the wall
Some things that once hung there have disappeared never to be seen again.
No knick-knacks can be on shelves he can reach; and nothing on the coffee table.
He considers this his territory and cleans them off immediately.

He is very meticulous when it comes to his bathroom habits.
I keep 2 scoopers, lying beside his litter box, which when he feels it is
Time for a cleaning he puts them inside, I wouldn't be surprised if he
Tries to clean it himself. I guess you could say he is a very self-sufficient cat.

Because he is so huge, his whiskers are very long.
From the day we had gotten him, I gave him his water in a regular size
Bowl for a cat. He would dump it out and drink it off the floor. I finally realized
That was because his whiskers let him know the bowl was too small.
I had read where they are big water drinkers, so I worried that he wasn't getting
Enough.
Then I caught him drinking from the toilet. Let me just say that his water dish now, is
our bathroom sink.