Bad Cats, Bad Cats, Watchoo Gonna Do?

We have discovered a new way to play with Miss Itty Bitty: the flashlight. She will chase the beam of light all over the house and will run over the top of anything in her way, including other cats, and the dogs. She has become so obsessed that if you click the flashlight on and off in the other room she will come tearing down the hall. One humorous side affect of this is that she is now addicted to "Cops"; especially if there is a night chase. She will stare at the tv and her head follows every movement of the flashlights on the screen.

Miss Itty Bitty and the Case of the Disappearing Poo

Recently, to save money, we have been buying the large bulk box of kitty litter instead of the buckets. We keep 2 buckets on hand one to put “kitty treasures” from the litter box in, and the other to carry fresh litter into the house as it is easier to manage than the large box.

Last night, Bob filled up the bucket with fresh litter and brought it in the house since he was cleaning the litter boxes. He set the bucket in the dining room while he went to clean the litter box in the den. I was sitting on the couch knitting and here the familiar “scritch scratch” of a kitty preparing to “make a deposit". I looked up and saw Miss Itty Bitty perched in the edge of the bucket in the “pooping position”. (For some reason she has to stand and arch her back to accomplish this task) It was hysterical. She was balanced like a frog with her back arched and proudly doing her business. I called Bob to the living room while I laughed so hard tears rolled down my face.

“What the Hell?” he shouted as he rushed to the bucket to position the scoop to catch her “deposits before they landed in the bucket. “Can’t you wait five minutes?”

I wish I had the camera to take a picture, but I was laughing too hard. She finished and jumped down and Bob stomped away with her “deposit” on the scoop. Poor Miss Itty Bitty turned to bury her “deposit” and got the most confused look on her face to find it had disappeared. She walked away then came back to see if it had magically re-appeared. Poor thing is probably still wondering what happened.

It was just too funny!

Conspiracy Theory Part II

Hmmm... What is Mom doing?


She looks so relaxed and seems to be enjoying herself with those 2 pointy sticks and some string.



That can't be right. She can't be enjoying herself doing something that doesn't involve me! Maybe I can get Mo to distract her and I can help her with that.

"Hey, Mo! Distract Mom by looking cute!"



"Leave me out of this. You are cutting into my quality nap time."



Hmmm... maybe while she is watching CSI I can stretch out and grab one of those sticks...



AHA! Victory is mine! Uh oh. Why is Mom yelling about loosing count and dropping a stitch? She should be happy about me wanting to spend quality time with her. Hey! I thought you liked tooth marks on your pointy sticks! What's that she is saying about kitty shish kebabs? I better go hide and figure out some way to blame this on the dogs. First, let me try some Jedi mind control.



"This is not the cat you are looking for. Go on about your business"

Sayuri kisses

I was sitting at the computer tonight when Bob comes in and says "come see what your stupid kid is doing." (Notice how when they do something stupid they are suddenly mine) I walk out to see Sayuri sitting on the dining room table. In front of her is a bowl with Hershey kisses in it. She is methodicly taking a paw and scoping one out on her paw and then chewing on the paper before dropping it on the table and batting it to the floor. She then goes on to the next one. I am sure that she thinks this is some kind of wildly entertaining cat game like batting at the water in the dog's water bowl. (She tries not to let me see that one but there is always a trail of wet footprints leading right to her) I look at her incredulously "What are you doing?" She runs over to me "Prrrpppp*?" (*I wasn't doing anything Mom. Honest)

Cats are so entertaining.