Ah, the joys of having a young cat in the house…
Widget the wonder kitten used to do what I call ‘drive-by kitten,’ where she’d creep up on me, pounce, stick her nose in my eye, then take off like her tail was on fire. That used to happen more than a few times a day and I was NEVER ready for her. Thankfully that’s stopped.
Now, she has graduated to The Stealth Leap. This occurs when yours truly – or some other unsuspecting schmoo is within reach of her whether she’s on a counter or some other flat surface. She lines up her jump – and presto! Instant cat on your shoulder! She’s done it to a coworker already, but isn’t quite up to doing it to the divemaster yet. I hope I get a picture when she does.
She picks the WORST possible time to do this, too. While I’m cooking, laying out my morning pills, pouring a glass of well, anything. Schoom! And there she is, quite proud of herself, purring away in my ear.
She also loves to jump on my back while I’m bent over deciding what shoes to wear. She’ll watch from the bed, and the instant I ‘assume the position,’ she leaps onto my back, then walks up to peer over my shoulder. Whatcha doin’, Mom?
She has recently taken over the top of the refrigerator. It is now officially Widget Vantage Point, no others allowed. God help anything I put up there, because it is pushed off the edge in a nanosecond.
She is also the biggest bedhog I’ve ever seen. How does an 8-pound, one-year-old kitten take over a king-sized bed with only one other occupant anyway??? I’ve awakened in some of the strangest positions with that beast stretched out on her back about eight feet long, paws in the air, purring like a buzzsaw in the dead center of the bed!
She lurves my work laptop, too. Any time I’m away from it, I have to close the lid. If not, I come back to Very Strange Things on my computer. If work IT ever does a dump of it, I’m sure there will be any number of questionable things on it I’ll have to answer for – and am innocent of.
Oh, and as previously mentioned, I’m the only other living being on that bed. There are acres of non-Scubaqueen area to walk on. What do they chose? Me. More specifically, ‘the girls.’ All three of them choose only ‘the girls’ to stomp across like Hannibal crossing the mountains.
Tell me again why I have cats instead of dogs? :rolleyes: 