11 April 2008
The joys of kittenhood.
Snuggled on the top shelf by the washer.
Cats have a mind of their own. Yet we constantly tell ourselves that they can be trained, tricked, or molded to follow the rules. HA!
Our little Blizzard(ora) loves to be up high. She loves sitting on the edge of the loft staring down longingly at the bird below, or on the shelf above my laundry waiting to pounce on an errant sock.
But I can't seem to drive it into her little skull that the kitchen counters and tables are Off Limits! I come down in the morning to make coffee with the little fluffball on my heels, and as soon as I reach for the coffee pot up she jumps to help. Or she will be sunning herself on the table in the bar...
When she first came home I would simply yell like a crazy woman, clap my hands, and stomp my feet to chase her off. A couple months later when she had numbed to this we upgraded to squirt bottles. Now I am thinking of getting a few of those battery powered water guns! Rotten cat.
DH has helped develop the little monster's bad habits by sharing a favorite activity he started with Zoi. Turning on the bath faucet so they can get a fresh drink of water. Their food is also up on a high (used to be counter/sofa table) so that the dog doesn't eat their food... She's a monster, but it's probably our fault a little bit- (frat-a-ratta-ratta-fratta) It's a good thing she's so darn cute!
Hanging from the rafters!
Posted by Shannon at 9:18 AM