March 4th 2011 6:19 pm
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It started with the little things. Mama was sitting quietly at the table, enjoying her breakfast, reading her book, and I was on my side of the table. I guess I have to explain about that.
You see, there are some places I'm not supposed to be. The tables, the kitchen sink and counters, the chandelier...oops! I wasn't supposed to tell about THAT one! I only touched it - I didn't actually get ON the chandelier! But I digress.
Some time back due to my insistent jumping on her table, she relented and allowed me half of it. What did I tell you? Persistence and determination - these are key to winning your way.
Anyway, I was lounging on my side of the table watching her. This was sort of boring, so ever so slowly I inched my paw over the imaginary line and patted her pencil. She pushed my paw back and went on reading. That was a little more promising, so I stuck my paw out and knocked over one of her vitamin bottles. She threatened me with the spray bottle. Now things were looking up! I stretched out even further and grabbed her pencil, biting it. She wrestled with me over the pencil, and I knew I had her just where I wanted her! Pretty soon I was in her lap enjoying non-stop head scratches.
But even the best of idylls can pall after a while. So I jumped down in search of adventure. Which was soon found in jumping on the kitchen counter a couple of dozen times, being squirted to get down, and then racing up and down the hall with my sister.
But I'd done all this before; I needed something new...
So far the pinnacle of my achievement was that early that morning I had made it to the top of the woodstove - my lifelong dream! I have to explain this.
Since we were brought into our new home so long ago, it has always been winter - my sister wrote a diary entry about that. The soapstone woodstove has been a magical and awesome artifact sitting in the middle of our living room. Inside it resides GOD in It’s Fearsome Fiery Form - a form instinctively known by cats from time immemorial. This morning I had dared to set foot on the sanctuary!
Papa was cleaning the sanctuary, as it happens, and GOD was temporarily gone from It’s altar, so it was only warm, not “HOT!” as they are always saying to me or my sister whenever we get close. But you would not BELIEVE the fuss my humans made over this!!! I realized I had committed a grievous sin… I could hardly wait for the chance to do it again! And the chance came just a few hours later…
So, back to my original story where I’m in the Mama’s lap, and the whole boredom thing is setting in again; I jumped down and nonchalantly wandered over behind the woodstove, which GOD once again inhabited in all It’s Terrible Splendor. This was nothing to concern the Mama, as I had a little warm laydown spot that I liked back there, so she went back to reading her book.
Suddenly she jumps up in alarm, because I’ve let out a sharp ROWRRR!!!. I leaped to her arms, where she proceeded to check me all over for signs of injury – there was nothing. I honestly don’t remember what happened, but I think GOD SMOTE ME!!!
Mama, much relieved to see no burns, held me close and stroked my fur. I was limp with relief, too, and sort of forgot myself – I tried to nurse on her! She said that was OK, and she hoped now I’d know better than to try that again. I think she’s right. After all, there are other things to do…
Yeah, I think I'd be avoiding that thing if I was you!
I'm in AWE - I've never known a kitty who's been SMITEDD before!!! Concats! You're my new HERO! Luv, Tink
Oh Samhain... you are quite the naughty little fur, BUT I must agree with you! It's nefur really our fault that the pawrents don't keep us entertained! ;-)
Oh my! A smitten kitten.
Mom gave me a place on the dining room table too. I loved that story about the camel and the tent. Most days now, Mom takes her meals standing at the kitchen stove. She says it's easier than wrestling with me. MOL!
Haha! You are growing into my kind of kitty! I am "mischievous" too! not "bad"! "mischievous"! I love knocking things down when mommy isn't paying enough attention to me.
Ooooh my cats, little kitty cat I love play timewith new things but that sounded really very scary better steer clear.