He hasn't been taught to stay off kitchen counters, nor, apparently, to keep his head out of simmering pots on the stove. And Yamaha keyboards are just another kitchen counter to him.
He hates to be held, snuggled, or carried. Front declawed, but back claws come out and he cries as he struggles to get away.
He loves to come up to us and ask to be petted or scritched. He wants to be with the family, in the same room, watching us and contributing a soft meow once in a while.
His voice sounds like the feline equivalent of a dog that has been debarked: very very soft and hoarse.
He eats dog food.
He is gentle with the baby (21 months old and respectful), and more or less ignores my parrots.
He rubs his chin on everything. This is his home now, and his stuff. We are his.
He liked the shelf in the utility room closet until I made it his; now he won't go there.
He likes to do his thing, not ours.
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Yep. You are now officially at his beck and call and most obey his commands. Tis the life of owning a cat. hahaha
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