Today, July 29, is my 58th birthday and the end of Mika's 2nd month on the household.

The other cats are heartily sick of him pouncing, chasing, and following them. They wish he'd just settle for once and all and GROW UP, DAMMIT! Unfortunately for them he will be their hemorrhoid for some time to come.

He is very funny about the spray bottles. The attacks, bites, sees us reach for the bottle and retreats to the other end of the bed or couch and sits with his eyes half closed as if he expects to be sprayed. Then he puts on an air of complete innocence and pretends to go to sleep. But don't take your eyes off of him or he'll be on the move again.