Let me start by saying that Caspian, the black shorthair with a little white on his tummy and chest, is crazy.
Little, silky Caspian will run around the area so recklessly, it's a miracle he hasn't broken anything. He jumps onto cabinets, knocks knick-knacks off the shelves, spills trashcans, climbs pants, and he doesn't care what you think in the least. He is truly insane on a number of levels.
As random and hyper as my little shoulder-parroting Caspian is, I still love him very much, even when he does get on my last nerve.
His favorite spot to be rubbed is a stroke from his head to the tip of his tail, and he makes a toy out of everything...even the cat litter.
Little, silky Caspian will run around the area so recklessly, it's a miracle he hasn't broken anything. He jumps onto cabinets, knocks knick-knacks off the shelves, spills trashcans, climbs pants, and he doesn't care what you think in the least. He is truly insane on a number of levels.
As random and hyper as my little shoulder-parroting Caspian is, I still love him very much, even when he does get on my last nerve.
His favorite spot to be rubbed is a stroke from his head to the tip of his tail, and he makes a toy out of everything...even the cat litter.