Monday, November 27, 2017

Boy Things

Inspirational song: Wild Thing (The Troggs)

Athena isn't all that old. It wasn't that long ago that she was a tiny kitten, zooming around the Original Park, breaking things and making old cats feel older. She is now almost four and a half, and she's feeling a bit of jealousy over not being the baby anymore. So she acts out and makes bad life choices when Harvey gets into her line of vision. She will regret this when he is bigger than she is. He's terrified of her, and in the blink of an eye, he rolls over and makes it look like she has broken him if she so much as locks eyes with him. Athena is a fuzzy black butthead.

Harvey is a bit of a scamp himself. He's not super graceful, and he's not a strong jumper yet. He still climbs more than he jumps onto things, and he's constantly throwing things onto the floor. The only thing he really gets yelled at for doing is climbing the ficus, and to be honest, it's less yelling, more getting squirted with water. I feel bad for how many times he fails. He jumped today from the end table next to my chair to the card table I still have set up in the living room, and he missed. He hit the table with his chest and landed awkwardly on the floor. But the little guy has heart, and he keeps trying stuff. He is getting bigger and stronger every day. Maybe grace will follow eventually.

I tried to get him to play the fishing game on the tablet. He loves swatting at it when I'm using it for my purposes, but give him and actual cat-centered game and he couldn't care less. I turned it on for him today, and he just sat down on it. Pretty sure that was cheating. And then Athena showed up and ruined it for everyone. She watched him for about two minutes and then just sort of lurched like she was going to swat him. Harvey teleported from the table to under the liquor cabinet in an instant. At least he got to practice real tree climbing today. He was just out of reach over my head, and did a fair impression of the "hang in there, baby" kitten from the 1970s. He eventually had to be rescued by his daddy with a stepladder. I probably should have put a new twist on my "boy and his ladder" series, but I was done taking pictures then.







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