have become non-stop in our home. I've created a monster. Since coming to live with me he has become completely obsessed with hanging out on the lanai. He loves it. He gets to see all the comings and goings of our yard. He ferociously protects the pool area from Florida's constant invaders: lizards and palmetto bugs (aka roaches). He leaves their carcasses for us right outside the sliders. "Thanks, buddy, I'll...um...eat them later, k? Glad you like us, and want to contribute to the household, though. Good job..." and though I'd rather not have to clean up this carnage, I get what he's trying to do and I understand it. No problems there really. This is not the monster part.
Nermal...he is Siamese if you don't please.
I love him. I'm glad I was able to give him a home. But I've created a monster. And I don't know how to fix it. I'll live with it, please don't get me wrong. I've made a commitment to this cat, and I'm going to fufill it no matter how big the bags under my eyes get. But I sure as heck would like to go back to the days of when going out was a bonus and happened on my terms - or atleast once I was up! LOL - but I don't see any signs of that at this point.
Oh, and we can't just leave him out for the night because he hollers to come in whenever he feels like it, too, lol. Sounds like an older woman being strangled on my lanai, and when it's still dark out it's so scary, I swear the neighbors are going to call the cops one of these days. I'll just point at the cat and say "There's your man, officer. Throw the book at him. No, wait, don't bother...he'll just howl louder."