Sharpen my claws on the dining room furniture. It is a lot more fun than using my scratching post, plus I get more attention.

 

Follow mum into the bathroom, jump in the bathtub and sit and wait for her to turn the tap on. When she does, I drink from the tap or I play with the water.

Go to sleep in weird places.

 

Sleep under the big conifer tree in the garden.

 

Sleep.

 

Eat. I have my own food cupboard, and I have pouches of Whiskas and Felix food, and Whiskas Complete dry food, and water.

 

Drink from the decorative bowl with pebbles and floating candles. I hardly ever drink from my water bowl. It just doesn't taste the same.

 

Sit on newspapers when somebody is trying to read them. Magazines work too.

 

Catch mice and bring them in. Alive. I'm beginning to think twice about this though, because my humans take the mice for themselves, and I never see them again. Very strange.

 

Go to the toilet exactly where mum has planted flowers. Look, I'm not going to the toilet where they want me to, okay?

 

Play. I have lots of toys to play with. Even though I'm 2 years old and a butch man, doesn't mean I can't still play with my Fishing rod or my Christmas angel with a bell on, does it?

 

Run away from shopping bags. Bags are scary and make scary sounds, okay?

 

Be nosy. You ALWAYS have to check things out. You never know what good might come out of it.

 

Walk straight in front of human's feet. Hey, I get a lot of attention that way!

 

Be cuddled. WHEN IT SUITS ME. Mum has always said I'm the only Autistic cat she has ever met. Autistic in the sense that I don't like to be touched. It's up to ME when I want my cuddles!
But when I do, I do NOT want that pesky brush or that weird glove that collects loose cat hairs.

 

Shed fur. Everywhere. Especially just after my humans have hoovered. I prefer shedding my white fur, it shows better on everything that way.

 

Run away from the hoover.