My one cat, Fluffy, is the weirdest cat I have ever been owned by. He is stubborn and bloody-minded about getting his own way.
Since the day he arrived he has only eaten fish (despite the fact that when we went to collect him he was face-down in a large bowl of the cheapest cat food available, scarfing it down as though there was no tomorrow). The vet said ‘just don’t feed him fish – if he is really hungry he will eat anything’. Famous last words. He just would not eat. In the end the vet admitted defeat and four years later he is still eating only fish.
He will chew through boxes, suitcases and anything he wishes to get into. Our electrical cables are so well protected it is almost unbelievable. He hates the vacuum cleaner and burrows as deep as possible into my pile of bedlinen to avoid it. He climbs up doors to sleep in the highest cupboards we have – at ceiling height. He plays fetch like a dog.
He also drags around an old shopping bag to sleep in. He takes it to wherever he wants to, and then curls up in it. If you move it, he will drag it back to where he wants it to be.