Meet Dewey. Now he’s a bit sick at the moment having gone to the vet yesterday and been kept for treatment for a bladder blockage and should be home in a few days.
He is fascinated with the bath, more specifically, the toys that my two boys play with when having a bath.
Often he’ll perch on top of the bathroom sink watching the toys as they cheerfully bob around the tub, floating about, happy, aimless, carefree…taunting him.
Then he can’t take anymore and launches himself at the offending toy, resulting in two kids giggling so much they can barely talk, water all over the room and a trail of water and suds leading to a disgruntled and soggy kitty trying to look aloof and dignified while dripping on the carpet.
If all cats were like him a lot more people would be cat-lovers (and I was a dedicated dog owner until a few years ago).
I left my bowl of applesauce [musselman’s unsweetened - who needs sugar in applesauce?!] on my hospital table to go whiz, and when I got back I saw my furball Jezabel snorkling it up. While yes she likes applesauce, by the little pool of horked up applesauce on the bathroom floor about 5 minutes later, applesauce doesn’t like her!
And I was growing a single potted plant in my aerogarden [previous crop, genovese basil, mint, 2 plugs of chives, and 2 plugs of thyme] I was adding nutrients and water one morning, and on a couple of the larger bottom leaves there were a few sort of raggedy leaves and some leaves with little holes in them. I looked at every leaf and stem on the poor thing, and couldn’t find any bugs of any sort. So I figured it snacked and left [or the cat caught it and ate it.] Early the next morning, before the alarm went off and the light popped on, I noticed her with her paws on the bedside table delicately nibbling on a leaf. Mystery solved! Thankfully it was just a common herb and nothing toxic to kittys! Now any time I pluck a few leaves to form the plant, I give her the discards and it keeps her happy and stops her nibbling the plant
Life with my 2 current kitties is generally misadventure-free. Although often at 3 am they manage to find the kids’ toys which make noise, and activate them. Mostly they just like tormenting the dog.
My previous kitty was a handful. He was the sweetest, most loving thing, but also a spiteful little pisser. One day, for example, he decided that he should be able to jump up on the dining room table, and alongside us eat the chicken we had for dinner. I returned him to the floor, at which point he glared at me and promptly peed on my kid’s board game out on the floor. He wrecked so many things.
