My cat Elvis is quite the character. He loves to snuggle and trip you while you walk. He often perches on the windowsill to watch me do dishes (on the outside). He has yet to realize that his recent poundage is not simply that luxurious fluff that he wears for a coat (he is half long hair). He will sometimes lose his footing on the narrow ledge while watching me do said dishes. *cue dramatic cat yowl, scrambling paws followed by a dull thump* No, he has never been seriously injured but thank you for your concern.
With all that I love him dearly. He is smart and comical. And a big sissy la-la who whines about everything. Seriously, he used to steal food from his mother well into adolescence even AFTER she caught him his own mouse. If he sees you through the window headed toward the door- ANY door- he will meet you there and dart as quick as he can through your feet to get inside and get another snack. Unfortunately, he can only stay in the pantry or the laundry room as I am allergic to cats….go figure. If I do not pet them or pick them up I am fine but the minute I start ruffling fur I am in trouble.
Elvis and I have learned to live with it though. I let him stay in the laundry room which has a large glass window panel. I “pet” him through the glass. Basically, I put my hand on one side of the glass and he rubs his head on the other side. Sort of like visiting hours if you know what I mean.
Anyhow, I love his crazy furry self and he loves me. That’s all that really matters. And since he has no social media I sure as shootin’ am going to do my best to get a video of the narrow window sill episode. That is something you do not want to miss!