Cats. Yeah I know, what can I say a blog post about a cat with a crude but effective title line. The ultimate taboo of uncool for the blogging aristocracy. Well I say… <insert raspberry sound here>
Tonight was the first night that my new Savannah male (Valentino) was let downstairs to explore/be with us while the kitten we have was locked up.
Things started slow and unsure, for such a big cat you would be surprised at how big of a chicken he is. I brought out some moist which I used to bribe him into the area.
Within ten minutes he was playing with his toy that I was whipping around. I have to laugh at something he did that caught both Karin and I off guard. He decided that he was going to jump from the book case to to top of the armoir.
The trouble is what he thought was the top was actually a door. So in one single bound he found himself holding himself up on the door.
Karin almost had a heart attack, I of course laughed. Luckily for me there was no scratch marks to deal with, no that would have put my wife in a bad mood.
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