Boris is Bad

You may remember me talking about my Boris. He is a Russian Blue cat, and most of the time he is my pride and joy. He's affectionate, and soft, and cuddly and just plain adorable.

But I've discovered he has an evil side (as do most cats!)

He loves to torment me in my sleep. Now I can hear you all saying that I should be shutting him out! Just don't let him in! But I'm afraid I'm weak, and he cries, so into bed he comes.

This arrangement has been fine until a few nights ago. I am now tired and grumpy because Boris wants to sleep on my neck. He waits until I am alseep and then he makes his move, he curls himself around my neck and stays there until I wake up gasping for air and spitting fur. I'm not sure why he suddenly feels the need to sleep on my neck. Kym says it's because he is evil and he is trying to smother me, to which I logically answered that if Boris was going to try to smother anyone, it would be Kym! Kym is the one who kicks him out of bed and pokes him when he is sleeping just for the fun of it.

As if that wasn't bad enough he seems to have developed another little habit. He snores. I kid you not. Well, its more of a moaning, squeeking noise than a snore.

I can see I'm going to have to get tough. Boris is going to have to sleep on his bed, and if he cries at our door he will have to be put outside.

But he's just so cute!

Computer cat.

This is Boris. He is my Russian Blue. My kids are both a little disturbed that they have been replaced by a cat. And I have to admit that sometimes I love him more!

As you can see, Boris isn't too keen on flash photography, I couldn't get him to keep his eyes open. He has a bit of a thing for the computer. He loves to sit on your lap while you surf the net, and at the point where he feels that you are paying more attention to the computer than him, he simply sits on the keyboard. And smiles. I swear he is smiling.

You may have noticed that I am a cat person. I like dogs ok, but cats are just really cool. They are so independant and self reliant. I like that they spend time with you when they choose to, I love the way they move, and I love the way cats live life on their own terms. The thought of doing something to please a human is completely alien to them. You never own a cat, a cat chooses to live with you. And if you are really lucky, you get one like my Boris. He is an "in your face" kind of boy. He demands attention, he loves nothing better than to lick your nose in the morning and pur in your ear while you are trying to sleep. He is completely secure in the knowledge that he is the boss, and that everyone in this family adores him.

And Zsar Boris (he has to be a Zsar, he's Russian Royalty) has decided that I've been here long enough. He is constantly pushing buttons and chasing my fingers on the keyboard. So since His Highness has spoken I guess it means it's time for me to go.

I've scared you all now haven't I. There you were thinking I was this normal, sane person when really I'm in training to be a scary old cat lady!