OMG Sinbad

Sinbad is my cat.  He is named after the sailor, not the comedian.

I don't mean to brag, but Sinbad is a really awesome cat.  I'm not just boasting about him because he is mine; many people express that they love him and if I ever go out of town or can't keep him that they would love to take care of him.  I think this is because he's not like the typical house cat who runs away or hisses when guests arrive; Sinbad does what he would do if you weren't there, and if you're in his way, well, he'll just walk over you.

Recently Sinbad was neutered, and, since one of his testicles had not yet dropped, he required another procedure, a result of which caused him to need stitches in his belly.  I am supposed to make him wear a hideous and uncomfortable plastic cone so he won't bite his stitches.  He has been pretty good about leaving his stitches alone, so the cone is now a mere novelty that I use for laughs.  The picture below is of my incredibly attractive, intelligent, sweet, but slightly rotten boyfriend with Sinbad in his Elizabethan cone:
Photo by Jiang Li www.flickr.com/jlifoto

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 I close my bedroom door when I leave my apartment.  I do this so Sinbad won't tear things up.  He typically doesn't, but one time I forgot to close the door and he spilled a glass of water that was sitting on desk next to my computer.  Since I don't have any type of innate tendency to pick up after myself to prevent things like this from happening, I shut the door.

Recently I was preparing to leave my apartment, so I was looking for Sinbad so I could close him out of my bedroom.  I heard noises coming from beneath my bed.  I looked under the bed and the covers, but Sinbad was nowhere to be found!  I kept hearing the noises.  After looking under the bed, I noticed a lump hanging in the fabric of my box springs under my mattress.  Sinbad had made a hold in the box springs, and when he made that hole he made the perfect hiding place.  It is nearly impossible to reach into the boxsprings to get him out.


Sinbad is my baby.  I love him like a child.  Having him has shown me that I will be completely content in my life without ever having children, given that I can always have cats.