Clapton is my nephew Brody's cat. Clapton was named appropriately, as I've never met a cat who sings so much. I'm serious. I think he has brain damage. He talks...talks...talks.....or maybe he's singing?

He picks his food up with his paws to eat it. He won't use his litter box if there's anything in it..meaning...if he used it once, you better clean it out, cause he'd rather poop on the floor than go in that dirty potty box.

He also loves to be loved. He'll carry on a conversation all day long if you let him. As the picture shows, there's nothing like being a cat, who rules the home.


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