First the howling
Then suddenly there's Flying Kitten!
Fee isn't a kitten anymore, but I think of her that way. She's a big cat - 12.5 pounds of Maine Coon goodness - but a dwarf compared to the 24 pound Grady. (He used to jump off the couch on top of her when she was real little and weighed about 7 pounds. Meanie.)
Every now and then she gets a ... (insert quirky southern saying here) notion and jumps. Straight up. The wall. At least a foot higher than the light switch.
She just did that in the doorway to the bathroom. I'm off to dream up a walker bag for mom with the TWO POUNDS of peaches n' creme I just bought.
(What was I thinking????)
Fee isn't a kitten anymore, but I think of her that way. She's a big cat - 12.5 pounds of Maine Coon goodness - but a dwarf compared to the 24 pound Grady. (He used to jump off the couch on top of her when she was real little and weighed about 7 pounds. Meanie.)
Every now and then she gets a ... (insert quirky southern saying here) notion and jumps. Straight up. The wall. At least a foot higher than the light switch.
She just did that in the doorway to the bathroom. I'm off to dream up a walker bag for mom with the TWO POUNDS of peaches n' creme I just bought.
(What was I thinking????)
posted by Jen at 10:27 PM
2 Comments:
Two pounds?! Ye gads....
I love the mental image of Fee as a kitty pogo stick.
:)
My Lulu does that sometimes. Just briefly goes apparently nutso and leaps up the wall.
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