Not sure what the deal has been this week, but my cats have been up to no good.
Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it's the time of year. Whatever the case, they've gotten just plain demented the last few weeks.
Take Paws, for instance. He's mostly my timid, sweet little thing that just melts your heart when he looks at you and meows. Lately he's taken to terrorizing the hallway. He streaks up and down the hallway day and night. He'll run to the windows in the family room then tear up the hallway into the living room just caterwauling up a storm.
Then there's Toby. Just when Paws starts to calm down and roll over to rest, Toby will pick up the pace and play attack dog. It gets really interesting when Toby starts chasing Paws around the sectional. Yesterday morning while my son and I were eating breakfast, Paws started around one side of the sectional then Toby backtracked and cut Paws off at the pass before they tore up the hallway.
Again.
Then Toby AND Paws sit at the windows with ears twitching and ungodly meows emminating from their mouths at the birds outside the windows. I only hope the screens won't accidentally pop out of the frame. Those feathered friends are probably thanking God everyday that my cats are strictly indoor felines.
Except for that now famous night's accidental excursion.
So now Paws is laying on my desk, staring at me as I type and waiting for a few strokes. Have no idea where Toby is off to at the moment.
But I'm sure I'll soon find out - one way or another.
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Thursday, May 7, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Kitty-Catting
Been meaning to post this kitty-cat adventure story for about a week now and other things keep popping up.
My cats had quite the adventure last week while I almost had a heart attack.
My kitties are loved and adored, cuddled and coddled - you get the picture. They're lazy and soft from a cozy life on the inside.
At least since they were a few weeks old, they've never been outside. They're both ball-less and claw-less, so the great outdoors would not behoove them.
Or so I thought.
Last week one of my son's buddies was over. I had a headache that evening for some strange reason (job hunt frustrations, most likely) and was being a couch-potato on the sectional after dinner. When the boys were finished with their shenanigans, the buddy said goodbye and left out the backdoor. Usually my son or I will escort our company to the door and ensure proper closure.
Not zis time.
My back screen door got blown to kingdom come by a blasting northerly "breeze" about a month ago and bent the hydraulic thingy to where you need to pull the screen door closed in order to latch it. I'll fix it come spring.
But that's not the point.
About an hour later my son walked by the back door and realized that both the screen door and the back door were wide open. He proceeded to properly close them and we continued with our evening in preparation for heading off to never-neverland for the night.
Thirty-minutes later we were saying our goodnights when my son asked if I'd seen the cats.
My stomach collapsed to my nether-regions while my heart leapt into my throat. The headache got immediately worse.
The cats had escaped out the wide open back door.
Have no idea how long they'd been out and about carousing the night. Had no idea how I'd find them in the dark or even where I should begin to look. But when I opened the back door, little Toby's grey and white face was pasted against the glass of the screen door, his pupils massive dark circles. He let out a loud meow that was whisked away by the brisk wind (again).
I tried to be calm. At least one cat was nearby, but I didn't want to scare him off the back porch by pouncing on him. So I gently opened the screen door and called for him to come in.
Before Toby even had a chance, Paws came out of nowhere, squeezed under the door into the house and tore down the hallway. Toby looked at me rather sheepishly as if he knew they were in BIG trouble, then scooted into the house after Paws where they both proceeded to lick themselves clean.
Figured after that adventure they'd be too scared to even consider such an event again. I stayed up for awhile just to check them both over and make sure they were okay. Scared me half to death with the thought of my poor, defenseless babies out lost in the cold all night.
To my surprise, every night practically since then either Paws or Toby or both will sit at the back door of an evening and wail and cry to be let out again.
Unbelievable.
One night of kitty-catting it around is all you're ever going to get boys!
My cats had quite the adventure last week while I almost had a heart attack.
My kitties are loved and adored, cuddled and coddled - you get the picture. They're lazy and soft from a cozy life on the inside.
At least since they were a few weeks old, they've never been outside. They're both ball-less and claw-less, so the great outdoors would not behoove them.
Or so I thought.
Last week one of my son's buddies was over. I had a headache that evening for some strange reason (job hunt frustrations, most likely) and was being a couch-potato on the sectional after dinner. When the boys were finished with their shenanigans, the buddy said goodbye and left out the backdoor. Usually my son or I will escort our company to the door and ensure proper closure.
Not zis time.
My back screen door got blown to kingdom come by a blasting northerly "breeze" about a month ago and bent the hydraulic thingy to where you need to pull the screen door closed in order to latch it. I'll fix it come spring.
But that's not the point.
About an hour later my son walked by the back door and realized that both the screen door and the back door were wide open. He proceeded to properly close them and we continued with our evening in preparation for heading off to never-neverland for the night.
Thirty-minutes later we were saying our goodnights when my son asked if I'd seen the cats.
My stomach collapsed to my nether-regions while my heart leapt into my throat. The headache got immediately worse.
The cats had escaped out the wide open back door.
Have no idea how long they'd been out and about carousing the night. Had no idea how I'd find them in the dark or even where I should begin to look. But when I opened the back door, little Toby's grey and white face was pasted against the glass of the screen door, his pupils massive dark circles. He let out a loud meow that was whisked away by the brisk wind (again).
I tried to be calm. At least one cat was nearby, but I didn't want to scare him off the back porch by pouncing on him. So I gently opened the screen door and called for him to come in.
Before Toby even had a chance, Paws came out of nowhere, squeezed under the door into the house and tore down the hallway. Toby looked at me rather sheepishly as if he knew they were in BIG trouble, then scooted into the house after Paws where they both proceeded to lick themselves clean.
Figured after that adventure they'd be too scared to even consider such an event again. I stayed up for awhile just to check them both over and make sure they were okay. Scared me half to death with the thought of my poor, defenseless babies out lost in the cold all night.
To my surprise, every night practically since then either Paws or Toby or both will sit at the back door of an evening and wail and cry to be let out again.
Unbelievable.
One night of kitty-catting it around is all you're ever going to get boys!
Friday, February 6, 2009
The Bag Kitty Attacks
My cats love bags - particularly Toby.
Everytime I go to Wal-mart or Braum's and bring home a bag or two, I must empty them as quickly as possible and pile them on the kitchen floor.
Then the fun begins.
Toby flies into the bag pile like a kid into leaves. He tears through them and drags them across the floor until it looks like a veritable tornado has swept through my house.
Occasionally he gets himself caught in the handles up to his waist. Then he can't get himself loose from the crazy thing and drags it around the house, meowing pitifully or trying to pounce on the bag as if he were chasing his tail.
The cat surely has kitty ADD or ADHD - whatever. Can't keep all these syndromes straight anymore.
So I end up having to untangle him. What does he do? Jumps right back into the bag pile.
Did I mention that he has a short-term memory problem too?
Needless to say, my cats make life interesting. Paws is once again sitting halfway in front of my computer screen trying to catch the words as I type them. He intermitently bites then paws at the screen as if he's actually going to catch the cursor someday.
I wonder if cats can learn to read? Maybe that's what he's doing all these times - becoming scholar kitty.
So my household consists of bag kitty and scholar kitty.
What in the world will they do next?
Everytime I go to Wal-mart or Braum's and bring home a bag or two, I must empty them as quickly as possible and pile them on the kitchen floor.
Then the fun begins.
Toby flies into the bag pile like a kid into leaves. He tears through them and drags them across the floor until it looks like a veritable tornado has swept through my house.
Occasionally he gets himself caught in the handles up to his waist. Then he can't get himself loose from the crazy thing and drags it around the house, meowing pitifully or trying to pounce on the bag as if he were chasing his tail.
The cat surely has kitty ADD or ADHD - whatever. Can't keep all these syndromes straight anymore.
So I end up having to untangle him. What does he do? Jumps right back into the bag pile.
Did I mention that he has a short-term memory problem too?
Needless to say, my cats make life interesting. Paws is once again sitting halfway in front of my computer screen trying to catch the words as I type them. He intermitently bites then paws at the screen as if he's actually going to catch the cursor someday.
I wonder if cats can learn to read? Maybe that's what he's doing all these times - becoming scholar kitty.
So my household consists of bag kitty and scholar kitty.
What in the world will they do next?
Monday, January 19, 2009
Cats Make Great Writer's Block
Cats make great writer's block.
Instead of looking for a new job today, I decided to spend the entire time at the computer creating an agent contact listing in preparation for querying agents about my book. Throughout the day, one of my cats kept climbing up into my lap and then onto the desk - right in front of my computer screen.
Heck, one time he even tried grabbing the pointer on the screen. I kept spinning it around in circles, hoping it would make him dizzy and he'd get off the desk.
Worked about as good then as it is doing now. At the moment, I'm having to peek around the cat and hoping my fingers are on the correct keys.
My writer's block has cleared!!!
So where was I? Oh yes - spent the day studying literary agents and compiling an Excel spreadsheet with their contact information. Tomorrow I'm going to clean up and sharpen the first few chapters a little bit, send out several queries via email, then spend some time on Career Builder seeing if there are some applicable job postings.
Have to admit, I'm feeling a little torn. Right now I wish I was in a position to take some extended time off to really devote to my writing and selling of my book(s). I'm seeing this layoff as a real opportunity to switch gears somewhat and focus - maybe even doing something completely different.
But there's still the mortgage and utilities to be paid. Financially I'd be in a sweet position if the markets hadn't tanked the last few months. If worse had come to worse, I could have just cashed in some of my 401k and paid off the house.
Magic mirror on the wall, I wish you'd told the future!
Even so, I think I can combine my efforts during the possible weeks I'll be off work (please, not months) and take advantage of having the time to really push my book(s) as well as search for work. The technological age does have many benefits, doesn't it?
Last year a friend of mine made the leap from full-time employment to full-time writing. Lucky stiff! He and his wife spent a few years preparing as a lead-in to taking this step and getting bills paid off and finances in order, etc. However, his wife still maintains her job and they're making it just fine.
Guess that's why it's a little hard for me to take such a step of faith, since I am the sole provider of my family. The pressure was always there, but it didn't feel so heavy until I was without paycheck.
Just want to use this time wisely while I have it. I'll find gainful employment again - I'm just not sure if I should stay with what I know or take a risk and try something new.
Maybe even something totally new.
I'll treasure this time eventually someday. Maybe I'll be able to write about it then too.
Well, I guess that might work - as long as I don't continue to have this writer's block problem.
Instead of looking for a new job today, I decided to spend the entire time at the computer creating an agent contact listing in preparation for querying agents about my book. Throughout the day, one of my cats kept climbing up into my lap and then onto the desk - right in front of my computer screen.
Heck, one time he even tried grabbing the pointer on the screen. I kept spinning it around in circles, hoping it would make him dizzy and he'd get off the desk.
Worked about as good then as it is doing now. At the moment, I'm having to peek around the cat and hoping my fingers are on the correct keys.
My writer's block has cleared!!!
So where was I? Oh yes - spent the day studying literary agents and compiling an Excel spreadsheet with their contact information. Tomorrow I'm going to clean up and sharpen the first few chapters a little bit, send out several queries via email, then spend some time on Career Builder seeing if there are some applicable job postings.
Have to admit, I'm feeling a little torn. Right now I wish I was in a position to take some extended time off to really devote to my writing and selling of my book(s). I'm seeing this layoff as a real opportunity to switch gears somewhat and focus - maybe even doing something completely different.
But there's still the mortgage and utilities to be paid. Financially I'd be in a sweet position if the markets hadn't tanked the last few months. If worse had come to worse, I could have just cashed in some of my 401k and paid off the house.
Magic mirror on the wall, I wish you'd told the future!
Even so, I think I can combine my efforts during the possible weeks I'll be off work (please, not months) and take advantage of having the time to really push my book(s) as well as search for work. The technological age does have many benefits, doesn't it?
Last year a friend of mine made the leap from full-time employment to full-time writing. Lucky stiff! He and his wife spent a few years preparing as a lead-in to taking this step and getting bills paid off and finances in order, etc. However, his wife still maintains her job and they're making it just fine.
Guess that's why it's a little hard for me to take such a step of faith, since I am the sole provider of my family. The pressure was always there, but it didn't feel so heavy until I was without paycheck.
Just want to use this time wisely while I have it. I'll find gainful employment again - I'm just not sure if I should stay with what I know or take a risk and try something new.
Maybe even something totally new.
I'll treasure this time eventually someday. Maybe I'll be able to write about it then too.
Well, I guess that might work - as long as I don't continue to have this writer's block problem.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Tinsel and Tree Sap
The tree is decorated!
Well, except for the icicles. It's Toby's first Christmas with us so I don't want to tempt him unnecessarily. We're doing all of this in stages just to get him used to the tree. Paws was well trained his first year.
That's when the water bottle was in full swing. We were back in our little house then and the tree was set up in the living room just off of the couch. I sat in the corner of the couch with the water bottle, waiting for the opportunity.
Everytime Paws even looked at the tree I squirted him with water. I think he eventually thought the tree was peeing on him.
Cats aren't too fond of water, you know.
From that time on, he's never bothered the tree. He'll look at it, get up close and sniff it. Maybe chew on a few low branch ends, but never try to climb the thing.
Since we've had it for a couple of weeks now, Toby will get underneath it and chew a few branches. So far he's not tried to get up inside it, just drink the water out of the base occasionally.
Can't use that tree life stuff with cats around. They must like strange flavors or something because it can't taste good with all that tree sap buildup.
Ew!
Anyway, the lights are up. The bulbs are pretty. The garland is wrapping it up nicely like a little present. But it's still missing the icing.
That's what icicles are for.
We'll wait until tomorrow to put them up. Don't want him ingesting a bunch of tinsel.
I'd rather he drink the tree sap.
Well, except for the icicles. It's Toby's first Christmas with us so I don't want to tempt him unnecessarily. We're doing all of this in stages just to get him used to the tree. Paws was well trained his first year.
That's when the water bottle was in full swing. We were back in our little house then and the tree was set up in the living room just off of the couch. I sat in the corner of the couch with the water bottle, waiting for the opportunity.
Everytime Paws even looked at the tree I squirted him with water. I think he eventually thought the tree was peeing on him.
Cats aren't too fond of water, you know.
From that time on, he's never bothered the tree. He'll look at it, get up close and sniff it. Maybe chew on a few low branch ends, but never try to climb the thing.
Since we've had it for a couple of weeks now, Toby will get underneath it and chew a few branches. So far he's not tried to get up inside it, just drink the water out of the base occasionally.
Can't use that tree life stuff with cats around. They must like strange flavors or something because it can't taste good with all that tree sap buildup.
Ew!
Anyway, the lights are up. The bulbs are pretty. The garland is wrapping it up nicely like a little present. But it's still missing the icing.
That's what icicles are for.
We'll wait until tomorrow to put them up. Don't want him ingesting a bunch of tinsel.
I'd rather he drink the tree sap.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Life Being Lived
Gotta admit - I'm not sure what I'm writing about tonight.
We've had a busy week, but a good one. That's the best of both worlds (wait a minute - I think I've had too much Disney exposure over the years).
My cats have noticed my absence around the house a little bit lately. Every time I walk around the house my feet are tangled with the rascally things. The moment I take time to just sit down, my lap is filled with fluff.
It's kinda nice to be missed.
They've still got my son around the house, but I'm the one that spoils them rotten. Matter of fact, we just finished our movie night and almost the entire time my lap had Paws filling it. Now that I've sat here at the computer, he's sitting in the office window intermittently looking out the window then staring at me.
Aw - he just meowed all cute-like.
My son's been enjoying some additional time to himself, but I think he's glad to have me home a bit more this week. He's enjoying some last free evenings until he gets a job. I think he'll be making a few follow-up calls tomorrow at some of the places he's applied.
Gotta admit, I'm enjoying doing the play more than I realized I would. Just feels good being back on the stage again. Now if only I can get my voice to cooperate, this will be a great performance to be a part of.
Okay - I didn't know what to write about when I sat down so I just spilled out a little bit of everything at the moment.
Gee, I need to call my friends and play a little catch-up this weekend too.
Life - it never ends. And that's a good thing.
We've had a busy week, but a good one. That's the best of both worlds (wait a minute - I think I've had too much Disney exposure over the years).
My cats have noticed my absence around the house a little bit lately. Every time I walk around the house my feet are tangled with the rascally things. The moment I take time to just sit down, my lap is filled with fluff.
It's kinda nice to be missed.
They've still got my son around the house, but I'm the one that spoils them rotten. Matter of fact, we just finished our movie night and almost the entire time my lap had Paws filling it. Now that I've sat here at the computer, he's sitting in the office window intermittently looking out the window then staring at me.
Aw - he just meowed all cute-like.
My son's been enjoying some additional time to himself, but I think he's glad to have me home a bit more this week. He's enjoying some last free evenings until he gets a job. I think he'll be making a few follow-up calls tomorrow at some of the places he's applied.
Gotta admit, I'm enjoying doing the play more than I realized I would. Just feels good being back on the stage again. Now if only I can get my voice to cooperate, this will be a great performance to be a part of.
Okay - I didn't know what to write about when I sat down so I just spilled out a little bit of everything at the moment.
Gee, I need to call my friends and play a little catch-up this weekend too.
Life - it never ends. And that's a good thing.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
It's The Cats, Stupid!
My keyboard is barely accessible at the moment.
There's a tail flicking in the way and a couple of paws hanging over the edge. Yes, once again my desk has been invaded by cats.
Sometimes Paws becomes so enamoured by my presence that he writhes himself all over my desk, my keyboard, etc. I can't help but laugh when he forgets where the edges end and plops off onto the floor.
How do cats always seem to end up on their feet?
Oops! He's about to make a rapid descent right about...............well, nevermind. He rolled away from the edge. Now an errant moth has garnered his attention.
There goes the tail again. Some days I can just never win.
Cats and computers - a dangerous mix.
There's a tail flicking in the way and a couple of paws hanging over the edge. Yes, once again my desk has been invaded by cats.
Sometimes Paws becomes so enamoured by my presence that he writhes himself all over my desk, my keyboard, etc. I can't help but laugh when he forgets where the edges end and plops off onto the floor.
How do cats always seem to end up on their feet?
Oops! He's about to make a rapid descent right about...............well, nevermind. He rolled away from the edge. Now an errant moth has garnered his attention.
There goes the tail again. Some days I can just never win.
Cats and computers - a dangerous mix.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
My Poor Baby Kitty!
I had to take Paws into the vet this morning. My poor baby kitty!
For the last several days, his eye has been half closed. Figured he probably had a tiny piece of litter or something in it and it would work its way out. It's happened before so I wasn't too concerned.
Got home from work last night to see my little timid one with a swollen, red eye that was draining. At least the fluid was clear, but I felt like the worst mommie ever! Immediately I called the vet and scheduled him for early in the morning.
My fear was that perhaps his eye was getting infected. Maybe when he and Toby were playing, Toby's back claws caught Pawsy-Poo in the eye. I couldn't figure it out.
Anyway, Paws was none too happy to get captured and crated this morning, dragged like an animal to the vet (wait a minute, he is an animal but don't tell him that). He let me know his displeasure often and loudly. He announced his presence coming and going. My cat sounded possessed!
The vet put this ultraviolet dye in his eyes to check for any scratches or punctures in the eye membranes. There were none (thank God!). Just a slight infection, probably from a stray piece of litter.
Now I get to put antibiotic ointment in his eyes twice a day. Oh goodie. I just hope my boss understands the scratches and blood stains all over my clothes when I arrive at the office in the morning.
For the last several days, his eye has been half closed. Figured he probably had a tiny piece of litter or something in it and it would work its way out. It's happened before so I wasn't too concerned.
Got home from work last night to see my little timid one with a swollen, red eye that was draining. At least the fluid was clear, but I felt like the worst mommie ever! Immediately I called the vet and scheduled him for early in the morning.
My fear was that perhaps his eye was getting infected. Maybe when he and Toby were playing, Toby's back claws caught Pawsy-Poo in the eye. I couldn't figure it out.
Anyway, Paws was none too happy to get captured and crated this morning, dragged like an animal to the vet (wait a minute, he is an animal but don't tell him that). He let me know his displeasure often and loudly. He announced his presence coming and going. My cat sounded possessed!
The vet put this ultraviolet dye in his eyes to check for any scratches or punctures in the eye membranes. There were none (thank God!). Just a slight infection, probably from a stray piece of litter.
Now I get to put antibiotic ointment in his eyes twice a day. Oh goodie. I just hope my boss understands the scratches and blood stains all over my clothes when I arrive at the office in the morning.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
I'm a World-Class Sucker!
Why am I such a sucker for my cats? Oh, let me count the ways.
Paws just has to look at me and meow. His eyes disappear when he opens his mouth, and his meow is more like a mournful wail. I'll give him anything he wants when that happens. I hadn't even begun to think of opening a can of tuna, but I'll do it for him just because he meowed. He's the reason I started letting my cats drink the running water in my bathtub in the mornings. My vet would probably shoot me.
Then, of course, Paws is so fluffy and vulnerable. He's skittish, so I always want to love on him and comfort him as much as possible. If I point my finger in his face and tell him that he's spoiled, he'll just rub his face up and down along my finger to make me pet him. How it pulls at my heart strings! In that moment, I don't really mind that he's spoiled. Perhaps it's the other way around.
Or maybe it is because he wants to be near me as much as possible. I don't mind half the time when he climbs on my desk and walks in front of my computer. It's just his way of saying he wants me to love him, and feed him, and pet him, and just look at him. Then he'll meow.
I melt.
Paws just has to look at me and meow. His eyes disappear when he opens his mouth, and his meow is more like a mournful wail. I'll give him anything he wants when that happens. I hadn't even begun to think of opening a can of tuna, but I'll do it for him just because he meowed. He's the reason I started letting my cats drink the running water in my bathtub in the mornings. My vet would probably shoot me.
Then, of course, Paws is so fluffy and vulnerable. He's skittish, so I always want to love on him and comfort him as much as possible. If I point my finger in his face and tell him that he's spoiled, he'll just rub his face up and down along my finger to make me pet him. How it pulls at my heart strings! In that moment, I don't really mind that he's spoiled. Perhaps it's the other way around.
Or maybe it is because he wants to be near me as much as possible. I don't mind half the time when he climbs on my desk and walks in front of my computer. It's just his way of saying he wants me to love him, and feed him, and pet him, and just look at him. Then he'll meow.
I melt.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
My Drinking Cats
My cats are spoiled.
Not only do they have a fancy, electric water bowl that refreshes the oxygen content, but I let them drink from my tub faucet. It didn't used to be that way. I'm a sucker for a cute, furry face, I suppose.
Every morning when I get up and open my bedroom door, both tear inside and leap into my bathtub. Then they cast me a curious stare until I go turn on the faucet. If I'm not fast enough they'll actually start to meow. It gets pretty loud from time-to-time.
Toby is the youngest. He's a real stinker. I've wondered in the few months that we've had him if cats can have ADHD. If so, I'm convinced Toby is a prime candidate in the critter category. Half the time he forgets that he's supposed to drink the water and ends up jumping on the side to play with the stream. Each time he sticks his paw in there, he'll stop and look at it as if the water is foreign to him. Then it will draw his attention again. He performs this action over and over. Gives me several minutes of pure entertainment.
Now Paws does what he's supposed to do and climbs in the tub to drink. Of course since Toby's sitting on the sidelines slapping the water above him, it gets sprinkled on Paws' head. Hey, maybe Toby thinks he's a priest or something, blessing his "flock". I'd love to know what's going through Paws' head when he gives Toby the glare.
When Toby gets tired of the stream antics (or I decide to try and conserve the water he isn't drinking) he'll jump up onto my counter and lay in one of the sinks. He fits perfectly in there. Of course that is NOT the most sanitary thing in the world, so I slide him out and set him back on the floor. He's yet to figure out that the sinks are off limits. Maybe he's just trying to get me to stop and hold him for a moment. Nah, probably that short attention span ADHD thing again.
I guess I can be glad for one thing though; at least they aren't slurping from the toilet bowl.
Not only do they have a fancy, electric water bowl that refreshes the oxygen content, but I let them drink from my tub faucet. It didn't used to be that way. I'm a sucker for a cute, furry face, I suppose.
Every morning when I get up and open my bedroom door, both tear inside and leap into my bathtub. Then they cast me a curious stare until I go turn on the faucet. If I'm not fast enough they'll actually start to meow. It gets pretty loud from time-to-time.
Toby is the youngest. He's a real stinker. I've wondered in the few months that we've had him if cats can have ADHD. If so, I'm convinced Toby is a prime candidate in the critter category. Half the time he forgets that he's supposed to drink the water and ends up jumping on the side to play with the stream. Each time he sticks his paw in there, he'll stop and look at it as if the water is foreign to him. Then it will draw his attention again. He performs this action over and over. Gives me several minutes of pure entertainment.
Now Paws does what he's supposed to do and climbs in the tub to drink. Of course since Toby's sitting on the sidelines slapping the water above him, it gets sprinkled on Paws' head. Hey, maybe Toby thinks he's a priest or something, blessing his "flock". I'd love to know what's going through Paws' head when he gives Toby the glare.
When Toby gets tired of the stream antics (or I decide to try and conserve the water he isn't drinking) he'll jump up onto my counter and lay in one of the sinks. He fits perfectly in there. Of course that is NOT the most sanitary thing in the world, so I slide him out and set him back on the floor. He's yet to figure out that the sinks are off limits. Maybe he's just trying to get me to stop and hold him for a moment. Nah, probably that short attention span ADHD thing again.
I guess I can be glad for one thing though; at least they aren't slurping from the toilet bowl.
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