T Stands for 20 Things About Ink

Ink patiently waits for the tea party to begin.
The tea service is Ma's prized Rosethal china.
The pattern is called  Caprice.

Today would have been Ink's 20th birthday. So for T Stands for Tuesday 20 things about Ink.

1. We got him as a kitten in December. He was the runt of his litter. We don't know when his real birthday was just that he was born in October. The girlies thought a black cat's birthday must be on Halloween so that became Ink's birthday.

2. He had a sweet tooth and was fond of yellow cake or muffins, vanilla ice cream, and vanilla yogurt.

3. He was so little when we first got him that his jaws weren't strong enough to crunch the kitty kibble. On the advice of the vet, I cooked Ink scrambled eggs and oatmeal for the first two or three weeks. Himself was a little jealous I cooked breakfast for the cat but not for Himself.

4. Ink was allergic to seafood. He loved it, but seafood didn't love him.

5. He once growled at a UPS delivery man putting a package on the front steps. He had never growled at anyone before and never did after this incident. I have no idea what bothered him as the man never came into the house. Maybe Ink just didn't like the color brown.

6. He didn't really play with a lot of cat toys though he enjoyed chewing the leather tails off of some tiny, toy mice I found at Target,

7. He had a plastic fetish. To satisfy his plastic tooth, his favorite toys were plastic, bendy drinking straws. He also liked to chew on the handles of plastic bags.

8. Though he was affectionate with other family members, he imprinted on me. He would wander the house crying looking for me if I went out. Maybe I imprinted on him.

9. He was very vocal and he talked. Very clearly, he could say "Out" when he wanted to go out into the sun room or front porch. "Now" or emphatically "NOW" when he wanted to take a nap with me or wanted me to go to bed at night. He wouldn't nap or sleep in the bedroom unless I was there.

10. When I wasn't looking, he liked to jump up on the drafting table to drink the dirty, ink or paint water.

11. He ate too fast. To slow him down, we put a golf ball in the middle of his dish. When the kibble got low in the bowl, he would use his paw to scoop out kibble onto the floor.

12. A visit to the vet wasn't his favorite place to go. He didn't like the cat carrier or the ride in the car. Only one time at the vet did he turn into a demon kitty. When the male technician began the prelim exam, Ink growled and flattened his ears. I also thought his eyes turned red. It only happened one time and the only time with the male tech. I have no idea why because the first vet we used to go to was male and Ink never did this.

13. Working at the computer downstairs was his signal for cuddle time. He liked to sit in your lap while you worked (or tried to work). The Young One taught him this trick. The Eldest called the computer the cuddle box.

14. When he was little he used to jump up on the table to steal broccoli. He liked it, but it didn't like him.

15. When he was little he jumped up on the table and stole a steak off Himself''s plate. Tried to run away to savor the treat that was bigger than he was. He didn't get very far and Himself wasn't amused.

16. Ink's favorite cuddle times during the day were 4:30 AM and 11:00 PM.

17. If he was displeased about something (not enough attention or getting locked out of a room), he would leave a poop 💩 in front of a bedroom door or on the bathroom floor next to his litter box.

18. He sometimes sat near me at the dinner table and begged giving me big kitty eyes. Then he would place his paw on my knee, stretch up, and check out if there was something tasty close to the edge of the table he could nab.

19. He didn't like to be held cradled like a baby. He liked to be held upright looking over your shoulder. Sometimes, he would climb up and sit on my shoulder. Who needs a parrot?

20. He sometimes snored when he slept. He sounded like a squeaky toy.

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