I know pachy...But I don't mean to, I try not to, its not premetitated, it just happens. I don't even stalk my prey --they find me!

Honestly, the cat metaphor is really what it is like. I don't listen or come when called-- unless I feel like it. I'm content to be ignored as long as I have food and water. I don't mind doing my job and keeping the mice and chipmunks out of the basement. If I'm cold and your warm, I'll snuggle up and sleep with you sometimes--but I'm just as content curled up in the sock drawer. When I do want attention, I'll come and nudge you for some petting and a scratch behind the ears.But beware, when I've had enough I simply turn without warning and claw and bite you and walk away like its nothing.

BTW, H can't stand our cat.