I took some new pics of Beckham last night. I'll try to post them later.
He's being such a little shit right now, I'm sooooo mad at him. We're at my parents b/c my new house won't be ready until July. Beckham spent three days hiding in terror, and then suddenly decided my parent's house belongs to him. He took a hamburger patty off the counter, opened a pie and ate halfway around it, and stole my dad's steak off the kitchen table. My mom has found him sitting outside by the backdoor twice. He knocked over ALL of the fishing poles, like dominoes, and consistently pushes (on purpose) my mom's little decorative shells off the window sill above the kitchen sink. He's used to living with four girls who dote over him and now that he's not the center of attention, he's giving us hell. For his own safety because my mom HATES cats, I've had to crate him the past few nights because he consistently pushes open my mom's bedroom door and tries to get in bed with her.
I can't wait to get a dog. All these cats will learn their place!