It is interesting to me that Asher has learned all the things the kitties aren’t supposed to do, but refuses to learn what is off limits to him. Each time Meelah jumps on the counter or Miles starts to chew on our ficus tree, Asher will stand and face them defiantly screaming, “Da Da Da Da Ditty!” at the top of his lungs while shaking his finger at them forcefully. If, perhaps I haven’t noticed what the cat is doing, Asher will scream at me until he has my attention, and then point to the cat and watch with an evil pleasure while the kitty gets disciplined. (Hmmmm…is this what it will be like when he has siblings, I wonder?)  Read more... (1088 words, estimated 4:21 mins reading time)