🐈⬛ Meet Alex: The Menace in Fur
So, I have three cats.
And this — this right here — is the troublemaker. The chaos in orange fur. The menace known as Alex. 😼
He showed up one cold, snowy February night, shivering, skinny, and meowing like the world owed him dinner. Naturally, I let him in — I mean, who could say no to that sweet, desperate little face?
Yeah. Big mistake.
Once inside, Alex decided this was his house now. He ate everything.
Not just his food — the other cats’ food, the dog’s food, my food.
If it was edible, it was gone.
And here’s the thing: Alex is affectionate… but only on his terms. He can touch you — sleep on you, sit on your lap, stare into your soul at 3 AM — but you? You may not touch him. Attempt it, and he’ll bite or scratch faster than you can say “good boy.”
He doesn’t purr. I’ve never heard him purr.
He doesn’t even meow.
He chirps. Like a tiny, angry bird that’s stuck inside a cat. 🐦
Also — and I swear I’m not making this up — he has a perfect stripe around one of his back legs. It looks exactly like an ankle monitor. Which is fitting, because after the Great Escape of 2023 (three weeks missing, found three miles away), Alex has been officially on house arrest.
He’s charming about once every 30–45 days — like, he’ll blink slowly or not attack me for petting him — and I fall for it every time.
This photo? Yeah, that was his last attempt at charm.
And yes… it worked. Again. 🙄❤️
