I'm pretty sure my neighbor's cat is the most obnoxiously friendly cat I've ever met. Sounds like an oxymoron, right? Yeah, that's what I would have thought before meeting him, but it's true.
Though I married into a family of "cat people," I myself am not a cat person. I'm neither a cat lover nor a cat hater; they just don't do anything for me. My husband's family are cat people; we're talking mega cats. But that's a topic for another day...
My neighbor's cat -- we can call him Morris, since he looks like Morris the Cat - big and orange -- is an aggressively friendly cat. He's really starting to annoy me. He's an outdoor cat, and by that I mean I think he strictly lives outside, or at least it seems that way. We pull in to the driveway, and there's Morris to greet us -- it's like he's a dog! It's like he's our dog! He's always been very friendly and affectionate, but lately he's just gotten too aggressive for my taste.
Today I was trying to make a quick run to the grocery store with my little boy. While I strapped my son into his car seat, Morris slipped by me and jumped into the car! I yelled at him, as I always do. He jumped on top of the back seat & looked like he was heading for the trunk of my wagon. I opened the back & he flew out the side door, hopping across my son. When we returned from the grocery store, I didn't see Morris anywhere. Phew. I could bring the groceries into the house in peace for once. Or so I thought. I opened my car door and dinged Morris's head. I tell you, he appears out of nowhere.
He's been known to hop into my trunk while I'm unloading groceries, but I didn't want to deal with that today. I took a few bags out, closed the trunk, brought them into the house, opened the trunk again... All the while, Morris paced, following my every move.
Why does he pester me & follow me? I am not a cat person! I yell at him and tell him to go away! Why does he keep coming back for more?
Last summer, I spent a lot of time walking my newborn baby in my arms up & down the driveway. I was holding the baby close to me, so I couldn't see my feet. I stepped on Morris more than once last summer.
But he continues to come back. Why? I thought cats were supposed to be smart.