Admiral Fluffy Von Scootchie-Balou

There are times when I forget to mention that I live with an incredible cat. Though he was born in a barn, he has risen to become a master of human/kitty communication.

With just a slight alteration in pitch, his meow(s) can signal many needs and emotions. He has his hungry cry, his bored cry, his 'I am tired leave me alone' cry, his 'pay attention' to me cry, his 'give me a brush' cry and his 'do the one thing you are good at and open this front door for me' cry.

He's a simple cat with simple needs. He just has needs 24/7.

I realized who really was in charge this morning when I was startled awake by a series of short meows. What could be wrong? Maybe the house was on fire and my brave kitty had dragged me as far as he could until fatique and smoke inhalation had stopped his heroic efforts.

Firt of all if there is a fire, I suspect him of lighting it. The Admiral is a real fire bug. Loves fire. Loves the way it moves. Don't light a candle near him or you will be cutting hardened wax off his fur. I know of what I speak.

However, this time the 'emergency' was something like him seeing a dragonfly on window and needing to go outside, right now, to get him. Like he ever caught anything in his life. No, he caught a cold once. A cold! A cat!

I love that fluffy retard.