This will be, I'm sure, the first of many posts I write. I decided to begin this blog to write about my life, and the crazy shenanigans that my wonderful, off the wall, and sometimes rather aggravatingly cute Bengal cat Roland gets up to.
Roland and I came to know each other on a rather terrifying day (for him) back in May. I came to pick him up at the cattery and, much to his dismay, remove him from the only home he'd ever known. He cried and cried the whole 5 hour car ride home. That was when I first got a taste of Roland's skills as a vocalist. He was so tiny I could pick him up with one hand whenever he got into trouble. This, as I have come to think, was a rather wonderful thing. Roland is now 10 months old, and about 13lbs of pure muscly man cat. Long gone are the days of "bad kitty!" followed by a quick scoop up with one hand. A 13lb cat is not easy to lift with one hand, I can tell you that.
But Roland's skills as a vocalist are the very beginning of his talents. He loves to play with turkey feathers, climb his cat tree and cat shelves, shred toilet paper, break plates, create self inflicted kitty burritos with blankets, go wild and make funny noises when playing with the laser pointer, do running jump/spin attacks at unsuspecting ankles, and most recently, climb doors and sit on top of them. I have attached a picture for your viewing pleasure.
I know I will have some rather entertaining stories to tell in the future about the adventures of Casey and Roland. Life's never boring if you have a Bengal.
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