He's loved, fed, watered, lives in the countryside and gets to come and go as he pleases. I talk to him, sing to him sometimes and try to cuddle him often (I understand this is entirely at my own risk). He has just, yet again, conducted a stealth attack by literally lacerating my ankle from behind as I stood in the kitchen making a cup of tea. No warning, I didn't even know he was in the house. Then off he fucks with his tail swishing away like he's the dog's bollocks.
He wails outside the bedroom door at 3am then won't come in when you open the door (DH insists that the door is kept close since the definitely not forgotten testicle attack of 2014). He hisses at my sister (who loves him) and tried to trip her up the last time she was here. He will look at me directly in the eye and knock something breakable over. He lies on the stairs and dares you to step over him only to leap up at the last minute. The only people he remotely tolerates are the DC and he doesn't seem overly keen on them either.
DDog is always happy to see me - I could literally say anything to him and he's there with a smile on his face ready to party. DCat is never happy to see anyone. He's never been any different so I'm guessing that after 14 years I just have to accept that he's a bit of a bastard? I do love him though even though he's clearly trying to kill me.