10 much more things you may or may not know about Tabs

Whenever a new person check outs the house, Tabs just automatically assumes that this hooman is his new BFF. He’ll walk straight up to them, flash his tum and meow for pets.

For all his diva tendencies (see #5 below), Tabs is shockingly well behaved. I practically never have to yell at him to get down off the kitchen counters or to stop clawing at the drapes or to stop pouncing at my ankles from under the stairs. He never tears into his food bags, and he doesn’t claw the furniture.
The stairs, though? completely different story…

One morning when El Hub and I still lived at our old house in Mill Valley, Tabs tried to join us for brunch. The restaurant was best across a busy street from our apartment, so we set out walking.
This was when Tabs was still a 24/7 outside cat.

We’d already crossed the street when we looked back toward the house and saw a familiar husky tabby scooting in our direction.

“Nej!” I shouted, seeing automobiles approaching. “No, Tabs! Sluta!”

Thankfully, he did. He stopped when he heard our voices and just sat there viewing as if to say, “Why can’t I come?”

He loves having his fur brushed, but he’s very picky about the technique. If you brush him incorrectly for even a split second, he peaces out.

He has a knack for hanging out in forbidden places. Like, what was once the forbidden chair (a chair that El Hub got me for my birthday a few years ago) is no longer forbidden (he claimed it), and he’s been doing it again with the guest bed in baby’s bedroom.
Sometimes I sit on the bed in there while I feed Connor or just hang out, and Tabs knows that he’s not expected hang out on that bed, but I caught him on there multiple times. I’ll walk in to find him sleeping on it all luxuriously or cleaning.

He has zero respect for personal property.

He is so not graceful. poor buddy’s actually fallen from his cat tower a few times, and he didn’t even land on his feet. I think he fell on his side.

He loves viewing television, especially nature shows. Whenever he hears an avian actor, he perks up, and his tail poofs up when he hears a canine barking.

I’ve given up on trying to find him a ideal cat bed because all he really wants to do is sleep on clean laundry.

Even as a mature tabby, he still likes climbing trees. Whenever we go out for a walk on the hill, he hops up onto at least one of the oak trees and climbs up as far as he can on his 10-foot leash.
Having viewed him fall from his cat tower a few times…I’m thankful he can only go up 10 feet.

His favorite foods at the moment are Nutrisca Grain-Free chicken (his vet recommended that he stick to a low glycemic diet to maintain his energy for kitty supermodeling) dry cat food and Sheba chicken Entrée Canned Paté.
And he gets imported new Zealand ZiwiPeak Venison & Fish cat Cuisine on special occasions…which he loves practically as much as kitty modeling.

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