Please allow me to introduce you to Wilfred the Rabid. He's a bit of an asshole. But he's cute enough, if you are into snarling, rabid, beady-eyed little creeps.
Wilfred's favourite new game is to try to get into the Green Room. I mean, I know everyone wants into this apartment (it IS awesome) but I don't know if it's worth laying this long of a siege.
Wilfred the Rabid likes to lay alongside the door to my deck (so I can't open it), and scratch at the rubber pieces between the door and the wall until they crumble into black chunks and fill my kitchen with rubble bits.
Wilfred the Rabid likes to scratch to get in at 5:30am. And he ate my cable connection. And he left a present in my tomato planter.
Wilfred the Rabid and I like to sit on either side of the glass door and have staring contests.
He can turn doorknobs.
That was a surprise during one staring contest.
Whatever, I have surprises up my sleeve, too. Like not naming Wilfred "Rocky".
I think he's still bitter about that one.