In return for this humiliating baby talk to him, Vader has made several attempts on my life. Whenever I go up or down the stairs of my townhome, he runs diagonally across in front of my feet. These are clear attempts at trying to trip me on the stairs and send me tumbling to my fate.
My home has turned out to be a cat paradise. The front of the building where my office and downstairs living room are, face one of the busiest streets in Seattle. There is tons of traffic and people and birds to watch. He likes to sit in the window and watch it all. The other side of the building where the bedrooms are, is a quiet residential neighborhood. He likes to sit on that side too and watch birds. There are also lots of counters for him to jump up on, and he seems to like those.
I did forget to buy him a scratching post, and I can't find my cat nail trimmers. So it's back to the pet store today for more supplies.
