When I purchased my first home, I adopted a kitten at the humane society as a sort of housewarming present to myself. I already shared my life with two large dogs, but it seems there is always room for “just one more” animal to join my family. Little did I know I was bringing home the personality now known as my crazy cat.

He was so small. He was really too young to be apart from his mom. But the people who turned my kitten in to the shelter couldn’t find his mother, or even any sign of her, when they found him. The first week I had him home, he was sick and I was not confident he would live.

Not only did he survive, he blossomed. It wasn’t very long before he instituted a pint-sized fluffy reign of terror, tempered with moments of unquestionable cuteness, and conquered his new home.

Today, the dogs are putty in my kitty’s paws. This may be because he grooms them regularly. And it may be because he periodically will casually walk in front of them and then launch himself straight into the air unprovoked. Nobody wants to mess with a kitty with an eject button.

Because my kitty never grew very large and is entirely black, he is able to hide himself in the smallest of shadowy places. And he is patient. So he is content to wait for the unsuspecting to wander nearby. Then he zips out, fast as lightning, and races through my legs, or under a dog, or across a visitor’s path.

It is unnerving, to say the least. But there’s that other side to him too. The side that just wants to snuggle close, and holds my face in his paws so he can stare into my eyes. The sweet kitty, who grooms me because I’m his. That’s my crazy cat.

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