Bird watching, playing fetch with sponge balls and then hiding them so that my owners won't find them ever again, daydreaming about the tender taste of squirrels, lounging around in my fur coat, knocking over various ornaments with my tail when you scratch me in the right spot, losing my balance with I jump on the backs of chairs, getting stoned on catnip, eating lettuce when my mom makes salad, making weird noises, eating tinsel off the Christmas tree, chewing on plants when guests are in the house, getting groomed daily, and running on the spot when my litter box has been changed so that I spray kitty litter everywhere - boy, that makes my owners mad but they still think I am cute.
I would certainly like to meet other cats who grew up in boxes in the ghetto. Besides them, I would like to meet some birds and squirrels who will let me chew on them and Gordon the Hairless Cat.
I like listening to Richard Cheese, Tom Jones, Neil Diamond, the Darkness, etc. Drum n' bass and rap causes me to hide under the bed, as well as those new age "Sounds of the Thunderstorm" CDs. I hate it when people sing to me. I don't use claws, but I will put a paw on their face in hope that they will shut up. I like to exercise by running around the house with my fur standing up on my back to Joe Maphis's Flying Fingers. I like the Alley Dukes too...even though I make Zak Duke's throat close up and sneeze.
I don't have the attention span to watch a movie.
I like to watch documentaries about cats, fish, squirrels, and birds. Sometimes tennis.
I read the newspaper daily. Well...I actually sit in the middle of the newspaper while my owner tries to read it over breakfast.
Gordon the Hairless Cat, Catwoman, anyone who feeds me out of fancy foil packets, my owners 'cause they don't let me live in a box anymore.