Look at my boy! He's a goober!

Sometimes I think my cat is smart. For instance, he's learned that if he jumps up and hangs on the handle, he can open doors. Pretty smart, yeah?

Then this morning he was yelling at me to feed him as usual, but there were ants by his food bowl. So I fed him and set his food bowl on the other side of the kitchen so I could deal with the ants. He watches me set down his bowl, walks over to where his food should be, and continues to yell as if he's never been fed.

Dude is lucky we are funding his luxurious lifestyle; he would never make it in the wild. Also quite the handsome little dummy, though.

Funny enough, our "Fuchs" is pretty much the antithesis to one-orange-braincell. But then again, he and his sister are clearly autistic.

Maybe he lent the braincell to one of the alley cats

A day doesn't pass where I'm not amazed at my orange boy's utter dumbassery. And yet his mom (Mimi) is the smartest cat. She's not orange though so it checks out

Mine smells lightly of peanut butter and rotting compost. It's not strong and you can't smell him unless you get real close. I honestly kind of like it now.