This cat pushes everything he can find onto the floor. He’s broken bowls and glasses and picture frames. He’s toppled laundry baskets off counters and shoved laptops of tables.
He eats our plants.
He has found a way to open kitchen cabinets and climb inside. Once inside, he pushes the contents of the cabinet out and onto the floor.
He is a bad kitty. A menace. A four-legged wrecking ball.
But he allows the kids to man-handle him. Drag him across the house. Aggressively cuddle him. He doesn’t fight it or flee. He simply submits to the smaller people of the house.
He makes them happy.
So I give him a pass on all of his misbehavior. He’s found the one way to make up for all of his transgressions.
Barely.
