My Crazy Cat

Last week for absolutely no reason at all, my cat decided to just wreck my place up, destroying several frames, a lampshade and all of my decorative plates. He’s always been a bit of a crazy cat but nothing like this has happened before so I really did try my best to keep my temper down and not ship Chimes to a random country. Is it because he is seeking attention or is it just one of those insane cat moments I read so much about online. Either way this guy is in a lot of trouble, he will be dealt with accordingly! Cats like to go outside, and usually they come back dirty, the dirt gets on your precious carpets and then you need to clean them yourself or call a professional carpet cleaning company to clean your carpets.


How We Met

cat-paper-bagThere is a small store in my town called Chimes, which sell an assortment of different things, form clothes to a few trinkets they had it. One day I took a little shortcut at the back alley near the store when I saw a paper bag with the label of the store on it, I was thinking it was garbage or something someone forgot so I didn’t really pay much attention to it, until it started moving. It was then I saw several kittens in the bag. I don’t know who would leave such cute things in an alley, they were so tiny that I don’t believe they would be able to survive long without their mother. In order to see their condition I let the kittens all out of the bag, but one collared white and orange kept on trying to return inside the bag for some reason.

I brought the whole bag of kittens home with me and made a few phone calls to friends who I thought might be interested in taking them in, each of them told me that they could only take maybe one which was a good deal since it was already hard to keep one, it would be unreasonable of me to force all of the cats to one person. The next day I went to each of my friend’s houses carrying the kittens in the same bag, which they have become accustomed to. Every time I let the kittens out that same orange-white kitten always went back into the bag, the same pattern repeated at every house I went to until he was the only one in the bag. It was getting late so I decided to take him home with me, that bag became his home inside my home, and I kind of gotten attached to the little guy. So I decided to keep him and name him after the label of the bag “Chimes” one other name that I thought of naming the cat was “Electra” because it almost got sizzled by touching exposed electrical wire until I called my local electrician in Atlanta, GA.


Why he went mad

Apparently His paper bag (not the same one I get him a new one every week) was thrown out without a replacement. I guess he hasn’t really grown out of the comfort zone of the paper bag, it was his home when he was abandoned after all, so I forgave him and gave him a new paper bag to live in the house while I am away.