Evil Genius Cat and Bobcat Say Goodbye

After heading to my old apartment to gather up the few leftover bags and boxes, an old friend trotted up to me, curled around me legs, and meowed like a psycho.

She was saying goodbye.

PET ME. PET ME NOW!

Pretending not to care when I left.

Miraculously, the half-cat, half-bobcat soon emerged as well. While he didn't get as close (he never does - maybe it's because he's 50% WILD? I don't know. I still don't know that he's half-bobcat or if my neighbor was messing with me), he definitely knew that a kind of finality was going down.

Mew... I mean RAWR!

Bye kitties! I'll miss you and your shenanigans!

Evil Genius Cat #2?

I love living with Mike, believe me, but there were bound to be a few things that I would miss about living in my little place in Ann Arbor.

I miss my back deck and feeling like I was amongst the branches of the trees in my backyard; I miss my backyard just because I had a backyard; I miss my neighborhood for its relatively quiet yet crazy hippies...

But most of all, I miss Evil Genius Cat. For the last few chilly months, he was huddled inside the neighbor's house, most likely curled up on someone's feet or possibly blocking the television, rarely venturing outside. Whenever he was outside, however, he was always waiting for me to come walking down the sidewalk after work.

Where have I been? Where have YOU been?
I swear to GOD, if you don't pet me I will end you. NOW.

He did make an appearance when I was packing up recently, which was nice, but I'm hoping to see him next week, when I get the remainder of my junk from the apartment.

In the meantime, I walked out of my new place to find this on the doorstep:

Look at how fat and large and orange I am!
Love me! LOVE ME.

It's Cold, But Not TOO Cold. Nothing's Too Cold For Evil Genius Cat

"What do you think you're doing, walking to the bus stop?
Do you think that I care about your bus?
COME BACK HERE AND PET ME."

The Hunter

Waiting.

ATTACK MODE.

Search and devour.

Success.

I think that it was a red squirrel. Or a chipmunk. Or one of the neighborhood children. You can never be too sure when it comes to Evil Genius Cat.

Evil Genius Cat Has Discovered a Loophole

The funny thing is that you think that I am just sitting here next to your ridiculously large basil plant, staring into the backyard below, contemplating which bird is chirping and how to get it to shut the hell up.

What you don't realize is that I am silently planning on hand-ramming the screen in your screen door in order to gain access to your apartment.

I think that it is funny that you don't realize this.

I also enjoy the fact that your landlord's handyman has yet to fix the broken screen in your door and has instead placed several slices of computer paper over the square. A square that is more than ample in size to admit my svelte form.

I find it amusing that you do not believe me. That you do not realize how deathly serious I am about ramming that flimsy paper with my powerful head of POWER.

ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME NOW? ARE YOU?

Evil Genius Cat Is Evil. And Genius. And EVIL.

"I do not know who you think you are, but if you think that I am moving off of this here automobile, you, my dear, are mistaken."

"I find it humorous that you don't listen to what I am telling you. I am simply not moving."

The Cat Hath Spoken

You will go nowhere.
Mark my words.