Alex – The fur-covered felon who steals food… and your heart, every 30 days

It was a snowy February night when a scruffy orange cat wandered up to the door. You thought you were saving a stray?

Wrong.
You were welcoming a full-time chaos agent. His name? Alex.

Alex entered the house like he owned it. Night one, he devoured all the food—the cats’, the dog’s, yours. He slept on your lap, but if you touched him?

Bite.
Scratch.
Strut away like nothing happened.

He doesn’t meow. He chirps. He’s got a strange band of fur around one back leg—like an ankle monitor. And after a three-week runaway stint (found three miles away), he’s been on “house arrest” ever since.

But once every 30-45 days, something strange happens.
Alex gets… charming. Just enough to make you fall for him all over again.

Alex isn’t the cat you dreamed of when you imagined rainy-day cuddles and soft purrs. He’s the cat you get when the universe says, “Let’s make life interesting.”

He’s unpredictable. He sleeps where he wants. Blocks your keyboard mid-Zoom. Leaves mid-snuggle. But when you’re sad? He shows up.
Not for affection. Just to sit. Close enough. Silent. Present.

It’s his way of saying, “I see you.”

Friends call him “that a**hole cat.” At home, he’s “Alex – the grumpy king.”

You may never hear him purr. But you feel it—in the way he leans into you when no one’s looking. The way he tolerates your presence (just barely). He doesn’t try to please. And yet, somehow… you love him more every day.

Because real love isn’t always warm and fuzzy.
Sometimes, it’s orange, sharp-clawed, weirdly charming… and named Alex.