I gotta stop letting stray cats move in. I'm not getting any benefit out of it; not with the ungrateful little turd who moved in most recently, anyway. Guy thinks he owns the place, and everyone in it. I got him a chair and a bed, but he's gotta sit in my recliner and use my chest for a bed. He'll only eat chicken, won't drink from his kitty-fountain, only the sink, he's got 4 scratch posts and still hones his nails on this one livingroom chair, and he never, not ever, acknowledges his name; won't even twitch an ear when I call him. And he's not deaf...he's there in a flash when he hears me open a can or turn on a faucet.
Anyway, I'd like to break my cat "rescue" habit.