We have a black cat named Deja vu (after "the Matrix" movie). He is almost 10 months old now. We got to take him to a vet before he starts spraying.
When we adopted him, we were hoping for him to be a smart cat. Sure, we keepers both had a few cats before, and had some expectations for a smart cat. Even among cats, there are some whose eyes show intelligence. Well, Deja might show it on occasion but not all the time, I'd say. He is much wilder than that. In fact, he turned out to be a mischievous, occasionally wild, and probably-not-the-smartest-of-the-bunch cat.
Every time he jumps up somewhere and knocks something down to the ground with crashing noise, or chews out cellphone charger cable, or bites my leg casually and walks off, I'm saying, "Why are you doing thiiiieees!?!"
Still, we love him. He is a family member to me. I guess I'd exercise my selective memory and only remember his best, and not worst.
He also made me think that, although I have expectations, a family member is still not me, and how he/she tends to grow may be beyond me. I have certain ways of doing things that I believe have served me best. But the cat doesn't give a ****about it.
Come to think of it, success in society is not necessarily about being smart or nice. Toughness and blind force are a part of what it takes. In that sense, Deja may be the guy who has had the right attitude all along. He is not a smart, intelligent, nice and docile pussycat. But I assume he can fight viciously outside.
He is just being himself. Live strong, Deja. I'll still yell at you when you knock down the vase, though.
