The time has come to share a little about the life of the man in my life. If you’ve been around or stalked my blog even just a little, you’ve probably seen him. In fact you’ve probably seen him look rather dapper in his Christmas tie and polo shirt.
This is Beans.
He’s a handsome boy and he knows it; believe me.
Mr. Beans, as my Father refers to him, is the man of the house. He struts, he whines, he fights, he defends, he eats, and he sleeps. Basically, he’s like most men; only difference is he doesn’t bring home any of the bacon! It's totally fine though. We call it even because when the creepy crawlies start making their way around the home in the months of Spring, Summer, and Fall, Beans kills them dead. And I appreciate that greatly.
Beans likes to know what is going on at all times. He perches himself on high places where he can keep everyone in sight. I find it absolutely adorable. If he’s not under the lamp, or on my clothes, he’s usually found high atop the media shelf. This is his spot and his alone. Ivy has never once been allowed on it. I honestly don’t think her little legs would be able to launch herself that high, but I just pretend she’s being respectful. It doesn’t matter, Beans smiles massively when he’s on his shelf.
But don’t let his cute and cuddly appearance fool you. He is one of the smartest cats that I have ever known. I’m not kidding you. He systematically finds things in the house that get him in trouble. Why? Simple, because it is attention. He has done it his whole young life and it has lead to many sleepless nights while “waiting out” certain phases.
No longer has my man settled for sleepless nights. He now respects my slumber, for the most part, and waits for me to wake up in the morning as he sits looking out the window.
We now have a new hurdle: The fridge.
“What do you mean, Heidi?”
Well, thank you for asking. What I mean by that is simply; Beans jumps to touch the top of the fridge and then hits the floor. It’s so loud that it is ridiculous. And he does it over, and over, and over, and over without stopping – if I give him the satisfaction of saying “NO!”
Once I establish that it is wrong, I then ignore him when the behavior occurs and then eventually he tires of not being fawned over. Sometimes this process takes weeks or months.
So folks, wish me luck!
I have another weekend of THIS ahead: