These cats. Oh, these cats. They're becoming increasingly wanton in their disregard of boundaries. As cute as they are, my tolerance is diminishing exponentially by the day.
The only reason I've been able to tolerate Puffy's idiocy of using my furniture as playground equipment has been in knowing that good ol' Bodie keeps her furry ass where she's supposed to.
Not so much anymore. Twice today (that I've witnessed), Bodie has climbed on the kitchen table, lying at the edge as if she were settling in to observe the goings-on of the front of the house. I shouted some obscenities at her and she scampered, twice. She'll return, I'm sure.
Puffy will actually sit and have a conversation with you when you're shooing her. She was on top of my curio table yesterday, and in a very "bad cat!" voice I told her to get down at least three times. Each time she held her ground and responded with "Meow?" She knew I was breastfeeding the kid and wasn't going to get up to chase her.
I wish there was some way for me to sequester them into just one or two rooms with a sliding door or something. When the kid starts crawling, I'm going to have to either keep him in his room and allow the cats to roam freely, or take the more common sensical approach and put the cats somewhere else and let the human being move about without being contaminated by cat hair on his onesie. Hmm, what to do...
Posted by Tiffany at December 20, 2006 12:18 PM | TrackBack