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Our last two dogs, Mr. O'Malley and Ms. Gizmo, were adopted at ages 7 and 8 respectively, so they were well out of the "into everything" baby stage. Ditto for our 3 cats, who by that time were also heading toward 'middle age." So this turbo charged little ball of fur has definitely been an adjustment! Just wait till you see what this child cat, the picture of innocence above, is capable of...
I woke the other morning to utter chaos and clamor coming from the living room. I had a pretty good idea who was behind it so I grabbed my camera along the way. Baby was perched on top of the shutters, the crocheted runner on top of the chest askew....
The minute she spotted me she jumped down and that was it for the runner.
It was now in a ball behind the chest, with Baby peering down and trying to grab it with her outstretched paw. After all, it's just another of her playthings, right?
Within minutes she had tired of that game and was once again focusing her attention on the shutters.
I could pretty much read her mind as the shenanigans played out before my eyes...
... although I still can't quite figure out WHAT was keeping her upright on top of the shutters since only her two rear legs were on them!
She had a grand old time grabbing at the shutters...
...and trying to get into a reclining position...
...that only a young cat could find comfortable. She stayed there a few more minutes, enjoying the scenery outside, until I spoiled her fun and told her it was time to open the shutters....
... at which point she adoringly watched me, her indentured servant, from an upside down pose, as I tidied her mess and put the crocheted runner back on the chest. How could I scold her - just look at that face!
It wasn't long before she jumped from the chest over to the sofa, tucked her little face under her tail and purred her way into dreamland (where she planned her next impish episode, the subject of a future blogpost)...
Donna