Meet Mr. Manners
This is a photo of my mother’s cat, whose official name is “Jack.” But I call him “Mr. Manners.” [Note the stubby tail. According to the people who had him before, Jack got it caught in a trap and it was lopped off. It makes him look cool, I think.]
I call him “Mr. Manners” not just because he’s a typical cat, which means he doesn’t care about people, period. He’s “Mr. Manners” because, in addition to being a typical cat:
- He vomits all the time. I mean, all the time. Like, supermodel-often. And often on fabrics, such as seat cushions and quilts, making clean-up not only disgusting, but arduous. Yet, at the same time, he’ll plow through 2 bowls of dry cat food a day. He’s bulimic, I swear.
- He will howl incessantly to be let out, and then, after you open the door, he’ll just stand there and look outside. For minutes on end, if you let it go on. Then, if you close the door before he goes out, he’ll wait for you to start doing something else, then start howling to be let out again. This may be repeated several times.
The primary reason why I call Jack “Mr. Manners,” however, is because he’s the messiest eater ever.
