Faith’s cat, Ju Ju Bee is as normal a feline as you’ll find. She cuddles, she purrs, she eats cat food, she’s shy … all normal cat behavior.
Reagan always gets the weird cats. The latest of the long and tragic line is Caspian. Caspian is like a wind up toy constantly on the go until he runs into a wall. He climbs me like a tree to get to the kitchen counters where he will eat ANYTHING.
Seriously. Anything at all. This weekend he was eating watermelon which is not normal. Not normal at all.
He also likes to climb the shoe tree that hangs on the back of Reagan’s door. We can’t shut him in her room anymore because he gets to the top and then meows piteously until someone rescues him because he can’t get back down.
He has a strange penchant for shoulders. He likes it when the kids prop him on one of their shoulders to walk around the house, but if no one offers one he’s not too proud to just take one by force.
Yes I was having a bad hair day. It happens.
If you look closely at Caspian’s eyes the first thing you notice is their remarkable ice blue color. Then, if you look a little longer, you’ll notice that they look ever so slightly in different directions.
It’s a condition known as “wall-eyed” which is why I wanted to name him Wally but Reagan thought that was mean.
Is it wrong that I think mean is funny? Even if it’s just mocking a cat kind of mean?
I know. I’ll repent later.
But the very freakiest thing about Caspian is that he has a birthmark on his left ear in the exact same spot as the recently departed Mister.
I’m not quite sure what to make of it, but it freaks me out just a tiny bit.