Bryn fits right into our crazy household though, a "normal" cat would of run away by now. Between my family members and our three dogs we need a cat who can stand up for himself. We need a cat that will run the house, which is exactly what Bryn does. He owns the house and well, he knows it. Bryn will slink past our dogs knowing the self restraint it takes them to not attack. He struts like an anorexic model with an enlarged ego problem down a cat walk... Only he's mildly overweight. My grandpa will say "you hungry 'brim'?!" then feeds him. This happens a few times a day. If you factor in the fact that Bryn is a very talented (kinda neurotic) hunter, he has a weight issue.
At night he will hide in the shadows or behind our kitchen chairs and quickly grab you leg with his razor sharp claws and dig his pointed teeth into your calf. He'll be back in his hiding spot before your brain even registers what happened. Evil. One night I woke up around 3 in the morning and he was sitting right beside my head staring at me and watching me sleep. Evil. The millisecond you open the fridge door he is rubbing his soft coat against your ankles; if you dare close it whiteout giving him a treat he'll scratch you and run away. Evil.
The best thing about having a cat that controls your life is watching people try to "tame" him. Everyone has heard stories about his demon ways yet everyone thinks they are a cat whisperer. Bryn can sniff out these people and he'll attack them sooner so he can be left alone quicker. He can also smell fear. One of G's friends is mortified of him. I have witnessed Bryn follow this poor guy around and scratch him out of no where. He will smell your fear, expose your weakness, and attack.
Our household would be so borning without him though. He gives us daily entertainment and teaches us to appreciate the little things; like when he chooses to snuggle up to you and take a nap. He has his sweet moments. They are rare and completely on his terms, but when they happen you appreciate every second.
Much love,
Megan (mehguhn) and her crazy Bryn
Ok. Let's try this post thing again. Don't know what happened but this internets thing is sometimes challenging for us old people.
ReplyDeleteNow on with the comment: you captured the essence of Bryn fabulously! But like any good Libra I try to balance the scales so I offer this as additional Information to your fearless readers. Megan saved Bryn. His mother was found near the road, a victim of a hit and run. Meg took him at mere weeks old, eyes just starting the fluttering to open stage. She put him in her room and bottle fed him formula from Early's. He was bred to be an exceptional hunter like his mother and the fact that he never scratches the furniture and finds us even occasionally worth his attention is because of you. He inn out of the element he was meant to be in and has made great strides to fit in as best as he can (and isn't that what we are all trying to do??). You literally saved him and the rest of us are so glad that we have the character of Bryn roaming through our halls.
Much thanks,
Mom