You can see how he got the nickname, right? Ways Finney makes my life hell:
– Bites my feet.
– Reaches out and claws me when I walk by sometimes.
– Loves to knock things off things.
– We’ll be curled up on the couch, peacefully, when suddenly he’ll use me as a launching pad. Maybe he saw a bug or something. It involves digging his claws in before springing off, and it happens too fast for me to do anything about it. I’ll just be left stunned, bleeding and crying. He weighs 18 pounds, so you can imagine the damage. Still, I love the little monster.
Here is Finney lulling me into a false sense of security.