Aargh.
In obtaining a new kitten, there was one difficulty I didn’t foresee. If she happens to be unusually, um, rambunctious, life with her in what amounts to a micro-cabin may become … trying.
This morning I was innocently trying to wash some laundry. I’ve got some nylon sheaths that are essential for a one-legged guy’s comfort. The past couple of laundry days I’ve found wet, filthy ones in various places around the Lair, that clearly didn’t make it to the clothesline. I had suspicions as to what was going on, but no proof until this morning when I caught her stealing one out of the basket. Those things are expensive! They’re wearing out fast, very difficult to replace, and the *&^%$! kitten is not welcome to play with them! I hit the ceiling.
I chased her around with a broom. I really did. And it’s a good thing she’s fast and agile, because … well, just because. Sometimes this little monster really gets under my skin.
Less than an hour later she was up on the counter, messing with my eggs. She has already managed to get eggs out of their carton, apparently because they make such an entertaining splat when they hit the ground. This time I went postal. Brat! I’m going to throw you out that window, right over there. If I get control of myself before catching you, I may open the window first. Don’t count on it.
Oh, she knew she was in trouble. She sought escape, but… micro-cabin. Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide. I am going to kick…your…
She looked me right in the eyes and said, rather piteously, “Mew.” Which didn’t mean “I’m sorry,” or “I’ll never do it again,” because she’s a cat and cats can’t form such thoughts. It just meant, “Don’t kill me, I’m a baby.”
And then! Then, I swear to god, she did this:
And how can you stay mad at that?
Awwwwwww. Twins!
Someone once observed that god made babies so cute so we wouldn’t kill them. Even truer of kittens and puppies.
I dunno know. LB’s expression looks more like, “Joel. What. Do you think you’re going to do to my baby?”
(I’ll have to see about working this into next Brytni video. [grin]
When I looked at the picture I got the same impression, Bear, but trust me. I was there, and so was he, and I know my boy. He did not want to be a part of this.
If she had her eyes closed, it would be like a furry “Where’s Waldo” picture.
And you’re worried about TEOTWAWKI? Dude, you are already there. She soooo has your number.
That is definitely a “You interrupted my nap” look on LB’s face.
I soooooooooo feel your pain… err, fury.
Got home yesterday after being gone house-sitting, and I swear it hadn’t been an hour or two before my brat brought in a small burrowing mole, which is endangered here. Sigh.
Got to sleep at midnight, woken up at 3am (Mom, it’s raining, I’m WET!!!), woken up at 5am (Mom, I’m bored, play with meeee!), 7am (Mooooooommy, I’m starving, you never give me food!!).
Take a pair of shoelaces, tie on the smallest side of a chopstick, and then roll the knot up to the thicker part. Insert chopstick into keyhole of door etc. Works a treat!
Also, a laser pointer is great for exhausting them.
Good luck!
Little Bear:
“I am sooo being used”
You are forked, dude. Cats are the most cunning things on the planet. I have had at least one non stop since I was born and they always win unless you kill them. The only place I have no cats of my own is Philippines and still the local ferals come right to me as soon as I step out of the car on arrival. They know who they own by instinct. My dogs there even know this and the jealousy is amazing.
She will mellow in a year or two, if you or something don’t kill her……. or her you.
I like cats. I’ve been owned by several. Dogs have masters;cats have staff…
You’re learning.
(kitten makes a tent with her paws and lightly claps her toes…)
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