Meet Beavis - Mom's hoss of a cat. She torments and eats spiders. And every spider that Beavis eats is one we dont have to catch and release. Although swearing 'Die Spider Die" is satisfying, the smoosh and crush of the spiders demise is icky. We like it when Beavis takes over - its like . . . Mother Nature is our exterminator.
But more about Beavis: she's the self-promoted Protector of the House - she growls at mail carriers like a dog, and patrols the perimeter of each room each morning without fail. It is her duty.
She's also a narcsissist: she meows affirmatively when asked if she's cute. . . we're pretty sure she is saying 'you know I am.'
She has an odd habit of dropping dry cat food into her water dish, only to fish it out and feed herself paw-to-mouth. If you make her mad, she'll scurry to her food bowl for comfort chow like it was a warm fish pie. mmmmmmm.
She knows the sound of a can opener at work on tuna. Actually, she knows the sound of the can opener being pulled out the drawer. No no wait - she knows when you're thinking of using the can opener sometime in the distant future. . . . and when you do, she'll be there.
If you let her under the covers on a cold night, she'll snuggle right up to you as the 'small spoon,' and let you rub her belly until she's snoring with all four paws in the air. What a life.
Other names for Beavis: The Beav, Da Beav, Beavy, Beavies, Beavios DuBios, Beavis De Milo, Hoss, Chunky Monkey, and Punk (because she is an expert harasser of Mom's other resident cat.)
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