Random contemplation

I have never understood Bob. Bob is the cat that Fam and Unc had when I came to live with them. His full name is Robert Jr, and I think that may be part of the problem.

Bob doesn't like to be petted. He doesn't like to play. He's afraid of literally EVERYTHING. Last week or so when Biker and I were watching Gothika and we started screaming, he literally went AIRBORNE from the bed and ran full speed out of the room doing the scared kitty tail thing.

Bob is also a biter. But he doesn't bite me anymore. I let him do it ONCE. When he bit me, I wapped him upside the head (not hard. never hard) and chased him across the house screaming. So now he leaves my flesh unpunctured.

But since we moved into the apartment, Bob has been a changed kitty. He sleeps in my room at night on my bed WITHOUT getting pissed if I move around. And he's a total attention whore. He follows me around yowling and DEMANDS that I pet him. And he's taken to waking me up so I'll pet him.

But he still doesn't play, and I discovered today that he doesn't like tuna.

Bob is...an interesting creature, indeed.