Remember Son's Valentine's Day balloon? Well, we didn't want to lock it away in a closet, so we found a nice high place to put it. It is one of the few places in the house that Firestar has yet to reach. I think he could, though, if he believed it.
The shelf area is right at the foot of the stairwell leading up to the bedrooms on the fifth floor.
(Multi-level house. Each level is half a floor higher than the previous.)
Firestar IS able to reach the short wall which separates the living room from the kitchen. It's an eight foot wall, but we have a vaulted ceiling. You can make out the shadows from the kitchen lights behind Firestar. A
Lord of the Rings poster decorates the wall below Firestar. There's a poster of
Puss 'n Boots beside it. Spouse's desk is stright down.
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Firestar gets up there by jumpinng on the counter
(a no-no), jumping onto the refrigerator
(another no-no), and then up to the wall
(the final no-no). Until Spouse brought Firestar home that wall was decorated with my castle collection. Twelve castles made out of fired clay. Came home one day to find the walls of three had been breached. Firestar had knocked them down. Now the shelf area is a dust collector.
CAUGHT!Okay. I give up.
(He came down when I hissed.)
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Music to Make the Cats go Wild
Tara - Nick name 'ity-bit' because she's so tiny - just over 6 pounds. She's the most skittish of all my babies and even when being petted has the 'pet me, no don't pet me' look
Amelia - Nickname 'Bratelia' since she gets into every draw, cabinet that she can put her paws in.
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“She’s got tuna. I know she’s got tuna.”
“Shut up, Sethra. Stay on mission.”
“What’s the mission? I thought the mission was to get tuna.”
“No, you stupid fluffbrain—it’s to escape and become outdoor cats, walking by ourselves, on our wild lone, waving our tails.”
“Oh, yeah? And isn’t it you, my dear stripy sister Aliera, who keeps pushing the FEED button on the printer and waiting for tuna to come out?”
“That was when I was much younger. Anyway, she’s at the computer—yes, eating tuna casserole—so we can go into the bedroom and see if we can knock the window screen out.”
“You do it, Aliera. I’d rather mess with her stuff.”
“Will you GET OVER that fixation on her wristwatch?”
“I like the feel of the Velcro on my paws. Hey! That reminds me. We’ve been declawed. How are we going to survive as outdoor cats?”
“New plan coming up….”
“What’s the big deal about being outside cats? Even StalkerCat, who used to hang around and chat us up, is a house cat now and loving it. We’ve got it made—food, petting, toys, valet service for the litter box, and we get to sleep on her bed twenty hours a day. And we can stick our noses up to the window and smell anything interesting going on outside. Why ruin a perfect situation?”
“Sethra, have you no sense of adventure? No curiosity? No cattitude? We were meant to live wild and free, to stalk and slay our prey, to be mistresses of the night!”
“Look, we’re cats. We were meant to rule the world, but that doesn’t mean we have to WORK at it. You can if you want, but I don’t need to. After all, I’M beautiful!
“Did I mention she’s got tuna?”
At 8, you'd think Mikey would understand that he's a carnivore. But, no, he's rather fond of the shrubbery! At 20+ pounds, the veggie-enhanced diet is likely mitigated by a love for long naps on a warm comforter, wet cat food, begging at the table, and a nice lap to drape himself upon in the evening. And he drools when he's happy, which may or may not mean there's a Siamese ancestor lurking in the old dna.
What? Green teeth attract mice!
Who needs a wickerwork basket when you can hop on a cushion and bask?
Rufus is clearly a cat to be reckoned with.
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Firestar is a tough cat. He has to be, living in Minnesota. He takes care of his family: wife, husband and their son. This was recently proven by his daring capture of yet another mouse in the house. Foolish rodents. They never learn. When not engaged in derring do, Firestar naps, looks out the window and sleeps. Firestar was born in April of 2006.
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Remember Son's Valentine's Day balloon? Well, we didn't want to lock it away in a closet, so we found a nice high place to put it. It is one of the few places in the house that Firestar has yet to reach. I think he could, though, if he believed it.
4 comments:
I bet he'll try again when your back's turned.
No doubt. But it has been a long time since I've caught him up there. Before Christmas. I'm thinking his thinking was that since the balloon was up high, if he could just get up high he might find a way to get to it.
When he first realized I knew he was up there he got the most worried look on his face. Unfortunately, before I could get into position with the camera that had changed to the one at the end.
He probably thought I was going to let him stay up there until I hissed. (That's how I tell him to knock it off. If he doesn't think he's been doing anything wrong he runs away crying. The running makes his cry wobble. Sounds quite pitiful.)
Good job Firestar! Bevie shame on you for being more proud of his agility.
None of my babies are aowed on the counters or dning room table but I've found them sitting on then like they think it's just fine.
Generally, Firestar leaves the counters alone. (We don't have a table. Most of our furniture has been sold.)
One of his predecessors (Baby Boy) was a notorious counter walker.
What Firestar does is go inside the cupboards. Usually the low ones. Or, he will open drawers and crawl inside.
I think he may have been made about this post. Hardly saw him at all yesterday. Didn't even bother to put his back to me.
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