Benji is a very sweet and cuddly kitty. But don’t let that fool you. The boy is action packed and often full of pent up energy. When you see these eyes, know that he is about to blow!He flies around the house at cat-speed, over and under, round and round the battered perch.
All this is rather amusing to watch unless you’re Tiger and happen to be in the way. He may be coming for you next.
“Sue, we’ve got to talk,” he said.
“Sure Tiger,” I said. “What’s up?”
“It’s the boy,” he said. “He’s out of control. Can’t you do something?”
Of course I agreed with him, but when Benji gets into one of his fits, I’m not about to reach in and risk a hand.
“I’m hoping he’ll grow out of it,” I told him. “You know he’s not yet two years old. And he’s good most of the time.”
“Yes, I suppose so,” he replied.
“But Tiger, if he comes after you in one of his whirlwinds, you have my permission to give him a wallop. It would probably be more effective coming from you.”
“Aw Sue, I couldn’t do it. That’s not who I am.”
“I know Tiger, and I love you for it. You’re the best, you know? How about for now I give him the boot outside until he settles down. Then you and I can visit peacefully.”
“That’ll do Sue,” he said. “Thank you.”
And so we did.