Johnny was
a troubled cat. Probably the most troubled
cat I’ve ever had. He doesn’t like to be
carried at all. You will see this cat from
far away and think he’s a pretty white
Turkish Angora kitty, but you won’t know
half of the truth. He only loves 2 people
and those 2 people are my mom and my dad.
He’s their cat. I had a cat who Johnny was
totally jealous of and so he hated me in
return.Johnny
growls really loud when he wants to
go outside because he will not use a litter
box. That's for domestic cats and he is far
from that. He's an outdoor cat who kills
squirrels, moles, mice, rats, snakes, birds
and scares dogs away.
Before he got declawed,
he used to rip up the furniture and carpet.
He was very destructive. He’s calmed down a
bit since he’s fifteen years old now.
His way of showing
his love and affection, ha ha, is by biting
you or grabbing hold of your ankle and
biting you.
I love that cat even
though he hates me. He’s nothing but
attitude. I think he puts on his attitude
when he rubs the fur on his nose and it
makes him look mad. Oh well, he’s a mean
kitty!
