Like this morning for instance. There was Gilligan, waiting for me when I got up. He usually sleeps in me bed, but wakes me up around 6am to be let out. I try to ignore him, but he is very persistent. He will find some way to get my attention. Like playing with the little knick-knacks around my room. He thinks its fun to knock them off my desk or dresser...onto my head. It's at that point that I figure it's time for him to leave.
I realize that he should probably be an only cat. But he's not. He's forced to share the house with 3 other Cats.
Romeo. Sambo. Hayward.
They torment Poor little Gilligan. He growls and hisses and swipes at them. (sometimes he swipes at me too, but that's okay because it's Gilligan). These cats think it's fun to mess with my cat.
None of them like Gilligan.
My friends dont really like Gilligan either. They think he's just a cat (granted he is a feline, but is treated as much more). They think that my "obssession" with my cat is something to make fun of. So they do things like this.
And this.
And this.
Catch my drift? Anyway...Gilli is just an innocent little kitty...
