I can't help but notice that Ed's fondness of me has gone steadily downhill since his brother, Boo died last year. I can't help but notice the stink eyes that Ed's been giving me. He never wants to cuddle anymore. If I come over to the couch where he's sleeping, he promptly gets up and runs away. He hates it when I put my feet near him. He only tolerates me during feeding time, but that's about it. I never see him giving anyone else the stink eye or running away. He's usually a very loving cat.
I've come to the conclusion that he thinks I was the one who killed his brother and stuck him in a box in the upstairs bedroom. I thought I was helping Ed say good bye to Boo by lifting the lid that one time so he could say his goodbyes. Ed had been wandering around looking for Boo, so I thought that by, you know, showing him that Boo was gone, it would help him. Then when I took the box with Boo outside the next day and we buried it in the backyard, Ed probably thinks I was covering up the "evidence."
The Murph thinks Ed is just pissed off because I brought my two little bastard cats into his domain and they bite and scratch him, but I'm not so sure. Seems like Ed always tries to be friends with them but I just keep getting the stink eye.
And let me just clarify that Boo died of natural causes! He was old! I swear!
Okay, I may have stuck him in the box, but I didn't kill him. So stop giving me the stink eye!
