After reading this story about a special needs kitty, *heart. breaking*, I realized I most likely have one of my own, judging by my shredded forearms. I don’t need tips, thanks. I’ve tried everything, believe me. I think Buckley just needs to outgrow the biting. And the crazy wall climbing. And his love for the sound of things breaking. He didn’t have a mom, so he never really learned appropriate play, when it comes to the biting. Or boundaries when no play is involved.

I’ve learned to recognize the signs of upcoming hellboy behavior. Like this look. He first started getting this crazy look the night I brought him home from his neutering. My first reaction was ‘whooooa, that can’t be right’. But I love him to death, and wouldn’t change a thing, if it meant I didn’t have him in my life.

After the recent death of my 19 year old girl Indy, and knowing how happy she was, I’m pretty sure I can give him a good life. I’ve learned to take full advantage of the times when he’s as sweet as he can be. Like in the middle of the night, when he crawls up to snuggle against my cheek, purring into my ear. Those are the times that get me through the crazy ones.