I swear my cat is Ralph Wiggam in the flesh

Now that I own 2 cats, I've realized that my first born - Abbott is really Ralph Wiggam in feline form. Yes, I own the nerdiest cat in the world.

You have to realize that Evita is the spoiled rotten cheerleader, prom-queen princess and she treats the nerd real badly.

Poor Abbott aka Ralph Wiggam:

He drools when he's affectionate. Thanks to him I had a $50 eye doctor bill from a mysterious infection in my eye. Then I realized it's from Abbott's cat drool when he jumps on top of me and then starts drooling

He eats cat litter - which probably is like Ralph Wiggam eating paste

He had kitty acne. It's clearing up but there is still some there

And he's in love with a girl who completely ignore him.

Folks, my cat is the nerdiest cat of all. Your cats would probably beat up my cat in the kitten playground. They'd steal his lunch money, throw spitwads at him and call him spaz behind his back.

But my boy is a teacher's pet. He's always at the door to great me with love and affection (Evita can't be bothered).

How did I end up with a Ralph Wiggam for a pet???

from when he munches on it

:puke:

:)

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weird stuff.

Evita can get underneath the sofa but Abbott is too big to fit. So when she wants to get away from 'Ralph' she hides under there. Poor Abbie is crying as he stalks around my sofa trying to get Evita's attention.

i say extra kitty treats and midnight kitty feast

you only get out of a cat what you put out

"And when the vet said I didn't have worms anymore that was the happiest day of my life."

:D

Goodness, maybe I should get a hotel or something. :P

I'll be on my bed and he'll jump on my chest - that's when the drooling is the worst.

Just don't lie prone with Abbie on top of you and you'll be fine!

to have such a GREAT cat. I have five!!!!! all of whom (I do anthropomorphize them) are fabulous. I love them all, but I have a special affection for Antioch, my orange tiger. He has a sister, who thinks she's the princess of the universe. Antioch is like an 9-year-old who thinks he's 15 and MATURE. He can be a little wise-ass. To wit:

"Pops" (that's his name for me) "I was tinkin."
"What were you thinking about, Antioch?"
"I was tinkin 'bout words."
"You were thinking about words?"
"Yeah, I can tink 'bout dumb Bigone stuff. I'm smart"
"OK, Antioch, don't get your balls in an uproar"
"Don't got no balls, tanks to you, Pops, so I can't get 'em in anytin"
"All right, what were you thinking?"
"How come the words 'Pops' and 'Poops' got ta same letters?"
"I know," piped in Phoenecia (his sister).
"OK smarty, how come?"
"'member when we first went to live with Popsie?" (that's what she calls me, because she is spoiled ROTTEN) "and the big cats hit us and frapped us? So Popsie made us stay in that little room. And every once in a while he would come in and sit down, and all of a sudden it would get REAL STINKY? Well. he was going poop. That why I ALWAYS think of 'Pops' and 'poops' together."