1) The litter box. (Seen here.) I have done something terrible. This litter box, praised for its litter grate (which, sort of, conveniently wipes the cat's feet for him/her) seemed a perfect and colorful addition to my arsenal of all-things-feline. However, with the lid swung wide open so that its use may be easy and welcomed by Boo, I attempted to place him in it. This immediately prompts the typical "I-HATE-you" response, which is a spreading of the limbs making it impossible to shove the cat inside. When doing this, he also managed to knock the litter grate out. It proceeded to clatter around, and he bolted for the nearest hiding place - under my futon. When all seemed clear, he came out... Only to get to his favorite hiding place - under my bed. I swear that cat has spent 34 of his 36 hours here, underneath something.
2) Ashley W. (Seen here.) Ashley came over to visit Boo, and in typical cat fashion, he "pretended" to hate her and struggled to get out of her loving arms. Cats are so persistent that they never fail, and he did ultimately escape her grasp. That leads me to the next fear...
3) The den. Once escaping from her grasp, running into Erin's room and under her bed, climbing up into the box springs, being teased by a trail of cat treats leading out into the open, failing to accept said cat treats, being dragged out by the nape of his neck (simultaneously trying to lick the cat treats up as he passed them - funniest thing I have EVER seen), and being brought back into the den, Boo hunkered down under the couch. He spent the rest of the evening there.
4) Everything. I'm getting tired now, so I'll just end the trivialities and say that I have the worst luck when it comes to animals. They never seem to be a perfect fit. However, I do thoroughly enjoy my cat. I just hope he learns to enjoy me. :-)
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