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Mango Is Not A Freak
I do believe a more apt description would be “eccentric”. Web definition of eccentric: a person with an unusual or odd personality. He’s definitely odd, but he’s a cat. Whatever. It fits. 
Mango will switch from happy, purring kitty to slapping and nipping in a matter of nanoseconds. The reason for the short-circuit is a mystery. One of many. He does not know how to emit a normal cat-type meow, he groans instead. Maybe it’s a growl. It’s indescribable.
Mango does not like the litter box. If I don’t let him outside when he demands to be let out (via groaning at the door) he pees by the door. Or in the bathroom if he knows he’ll get caught squatting by the door. Since he does not enjoy getting his delicate butt-furs wet, when there is snow on the ground he finds new and innovative places to do his business. Like on my neighbor’s porch. Specifically, on the jacket left on the porch. The jacket has been trashed. My neighbor is NOT happy.
On the bright side, Mango is hopelessly, passionately, head-over-heels in love with me, and only me. He gazes at me with absolute adoration, purrs with abandon at the mere sight of me, and goofily chases after me when he’s not sleeping or peeing or doing something abominable. 
I’m thrilled that he is so smitten with me (nobody else is) but this can create some problems with the sleeping arrangements. We have a nightly ritual: every night I put him outside my bedroom door and try to close the door before he can run back in. For a cat who spends 90% of his time sleeping, he sure can run faster than the proverbial “greased lightening”. The process is repeated until I give in and let him sleep in my room. On my bed. The night goes like this: 10:00 goodnight Mango. 10:45 bath time, including vigorous licking and nibbling. Back to sleep. 12:30, furball evacuation, usually near my head. Definitely on the bed. GROSS. No I do not prefer cleaning up furballs to sleeping. 2:00, exuberant scratching session on my carpet. 5:30, I’m up, Mango is sleeping in.
No, he’s not a freak, as he’s been called by members of my family. He had a rough start in life, and I think he’s well aware that his adored mommy saved him (he was going to be “put to sleep”) and he obviously wasn’t “socialized”. He’s adapted to the best of his ability. That’s life with cats. You love them despite the inconveniences, and they love you back. I guess that’s unconditional love.
