Joe Lewis

About two months ago Wes and I adopted a kitty cat named Joe Lewis. More acurately we were skillfully hooked and reeled in by our oh so devious and conniving friends Katie and John who were ostensibly seeking a kitty sitter for "just a couple of weeks." Kitty sitter my ass. They totally knew that we would fall in love with His Royal Highness Captain Thunderpaws Cuddlekins. I mean seriously, who wouldn't fall in love with that face!

So Joe Lewis came to live with us and a rather delightful addition he has been. When he first moved in he had this utterly charming habit of meowing incessantly starting at 630 am every single morning. At first we tried closing him into the kitty suite (also referred to as the laundry room) but he proved to be wily and Houdini-like escaping every single time. Then we let him cuddle with us and the meowing stopped. He likes to cuddle pretty much non-stop - I see this as a good thing in a cat.

He is however, rather idiosyncratic and likes bathrooms. When someone goes to the bathroom, he follows and hangs out in the bathtub while they do their business. If you shut the door all the way (as is common when bathroom going) he mows and sticks his paws under the door to let you know that he is being left out. When he's running away from whatever invisible force that makes him go absolutely insane periodically, he holes up in the bathroom, cowering next to the sinks.

Thus far in life I have yet to have a normal pet. Roy had a faulty tail. Matilda is perhaps THE strangest dog of all time but INSANELY love-able at the same time:

How could you not love that face! Okay - just one more for good measure:

And now there's Joe. Bathroom fetish, bunny ear wearin' certified freak show. But oh how we do loves him!