Just completed my first Pet CPR class yesterday. When I got home, Merlin was in rare form. He kept scratching at my window, in spite of a full bowl of food, and fresh water. This went on from 4pm to 12 midnight. Every time I tried to go out there to play with him, he would run, and hide, and when I closed the door, he came back again. I think somebody slipped some drugs to that cat.
Finally I ignored him the rest of the night. He eventually went home, hopefully to the bowels of hell, where he came from. I mean, what the f**k is wrong with this cat? Now I understand why his owner lets him out. We all know who runs Merlin's household, both his permanent home and my home.
I think that I will be renting Merlin out to people to catch mice.
