The first time I came to Chef’s house, I met Boingo the cat. Well….I met him briefly, as he examined my feet, determined me unworthy of his attention and bolted.
And hid for the rest of my visit underneath the bed.
He was a Bengal cat, which may or may not have made him superior to everyone else in the house. He sure acted like it. He had a weird bend in his tail where it had broken when he was little, and a scar on his back from a lump that he had removed just after Chuck was born. He had weirdly human eyes (the pupils were round, not slit like most cats) and he loved to knock over water glasses.
He would sit on the dinner table while we ate dinner, and would try to eat off our plates. He loved Chuck (after the first few months, which he spent batting at her and looking at us, utterly bewildered), and let her pet him.
Despite the fact she was a bit exuberant about it.
He wouldn’t let me touch him with my hands, but since he had a pretty wicked foot fetish, he allowed me to touch him with my feet. He would make the “meow” action with his face, but no sound would come out sometimes. He loved to drink straight out of the faucet in the bathroom.
I’ve never seen a cat eat catnip, but this guy loved to eat it. He was our tiny fuzzy stoner.
He liked to hide and jump out at you in the dark, and would sit outside Chuck’s room when she went down for a nap and HOWL at the top of his kitteh lungs. He did not care for the ferret, and sometimes would look at you as she came running towards him with a face that said “Really? REALLY?”
He was a funny cat, and his kitteh sister and his human baby (and me) miss him terribly.
He passed away at the vet’s office this morning after a battle with an illness.
RIP dude…hope they put a lot of water glasses out for you in kitteh heaven.