Mine like to take anything they can carry, from socks, hats, purses, small knicknacks, to their litter box.
Bobby is the destroyer of newspapers. My void, or blackest cat with the blackest soul, called Jiji, eats clothes. This morning he was munching on my pillow, continued with my clean towel…
Beautiful coat. 
Ironic considering how cats hate loud noises. 
You tell that to mine…they are creating the loud noises that won’t let me sleep…
Is somebody in heat? 
Not even me!
They have the zoomies!!! And when they are 7 kilos each, that is a problem…And a lot of noise.
I thought that was just dogs. 
Middle of the night running in circles around the house, chasing each other, hissing and biting and screaming…how do I call that?
“why I don’t have animals”
Nocturnal predators. 
You sure you don’t have a ghost? Or a peeping tom from another planet? Sometimes their cloaking devices are only set to work on hoomans. Not that I would know… 
Maybe the ghost of your dead cat is around…
He was a fat, lazy bastard who did not engage in zoomies. God bless his soul.
There were, however, a select few – about 13 per cent – who consistently scored upwards of 15 out of 20. They tended to be either female, young, or both – or were professional veterinarians.
Try the quiz! 
