Brabinger loves to open cabinets. There have been many mornings that
Mom and Dad have awakened to find all of the kitchen cabinet doors
open. Although no one is sure, I'm positive that, every pot was
sniffed and every pan examined. His domain is not limited to just
the kitchen - the bathroom and bedroom are also fair game. He even
has attempted to open the front door to roam outside. We sometimes
act as a tag team - Brabinger opens the cabinet and I take advantage
to get into trouble.Regardless of where I am, I love to have my tummy scratched. My response is to immediately fall over. This unfortunately has occurred at the most inopportune moments like stairs, speakers, and assorted tables and chairs.
One day, while Mom was getting linens out of a hallway drawer, I
decided to make a mandatory inspection. She must have been in a rush,
Blinking is a sacred activity with cats. When sitting and relaxing, if a cat slowly blinks at you, blink back. When a cat blinks at you it is a sign they trust you will not attack. By blinking back, you communicate mutual trust and respect.
A few years ago, Dad's parents were visiting for Christmas and I decided to give them the full show of my hunting and stalking skills. While crossing the den table, I took a closer look at some burning candles. I misjudged the distance to the flame and proceeded in singeing my whiskers. After beating a hasty retreat behind our guests I was given a clean bill of health aside from a charred ego. But I'm not the only one! The following year we had house guests. When they went to pet him, my fearless brother backed into another table candle! Again, there was no harm done, but I think Mom and Dad have finally figured out that open flame and cats do not mix. No more candles on tables during the holidays! |
I also love to hunt my nerf ball. This "game" started several years ago when I
would retrieve crumpled balls of paper that Dad would throw in the
garbage. They got tired of my habit of rummaging through the garbage
cans in the middle of the night so they got me to chase other objects.
Balls of used tin foil caused me even more grief since I would chase
the foil on the kitchen counter even before it became a ball. And yes,
sometimes there was a little chicken left on it... They finally
because she closed the drawer without checking for my inevitable
presence. I patiently waited all day and heard Mom and Dad return that
evening. It didn't take them long to figure out that I was missing.
After a quick check around the house, Mom started to retrace her
morning steps and she remembered her activity with the linens. Upon
being released from my prison I gave everyone an annoyed glance and
quickly found my way to the kitty litter box.
The position of my tail tells you a lot about my disposition. When my
tail is down and my ears are laid back I'm afraid. If my tail is down,
but is flicking back and forth at the end, the hunt is on. When it's
straight up there is the anticipation of fun ahead. Because of my
tendency to run around the bed with my tail up, it's received the
nickname of "bike-flag tail." Whenever I can, I will drag my tail
through anything you might be eating. I'm sure there is a law
somewhere that states if hair is found in your food, it's mine!