Things that go CRASH! in the night ...
In my kitchen, there is a bar table (one that I made myself). Until now, the kitties did not get up on it at all. And so I use it to put things up there that I don't want them getting into. Punkin isn't much of a jumper (she does jump up on the kitchen countertops), Kwdlu doesn't jump up on anything but the couch and the bed and my lap and Winky is the same. But Muffin is apparently interested in jumping (and the little shit has no fear) and I caught him up there earlier this afternoon. I didn't think a lot of it, though ... anyway, the only thing on the table was a clean cookie sheet and Tater's food bowl (I put it up there after she ate because there were about six kibbles still in it and the boys have been sneaking them). Anyway, it is about 3 AM and I was just woken up by the CRASH! of the cookie sheet landing on the floor and Tater's bowl falling and smashing into a million pieces. You know how cats usually run when there is a big crash, whether they caused it or not? Not Muffin, the little brat. I love him but damn, he never hardly ever wants to sleep with us (but he is usually quiet at night) and he usually doesn't cuddle and he pushes the limits constantly. And now everyone in the house is awake. (And here's the best part -- as we are cleaning the mess up, Chris says, "Can I go back to bed now?" Um, no, bitch.)
I kind of feel guilty about Muffin Man, though. When Winky was a baby, I gave him lots and lots of attention -- he was kinda the underdog, with that eye that wouldn't open, and his sister, Biscuit (who looked just like him but was a lot bigger), used to pick on him all the time. So I probably gave him more attention and affection than the rest. With Muffin, it was obvious from the begining that he was a shit-starter and a troublemaker and I always assumed that he would go somewhere else but after a while, we had no home for him to go to and Winky loved playing with his brother so much that we just kept him -- so maybe I gave him less affection because of the assumption that he wasn't staying here. I seriously never thought we would keep him, but most of the time I am glad he is here. So now, Winky is extremely affectionate and Muffin is a little shit who doesn't act like he loves us, and I wonder if I caused that.
I love Muffin; I really do. But it is hard to remember when I am up in the middle of the night, trying to sweep up pieces of Tater's bowl and make sure no one gets cut on a piece.
And you know, it would help if he acted sweet once in a while.
I kind of feel guilty about Muffin Man, though. When Winky was a baby, I gave him lots and lots of attention -- he was kinda the underdog, with that eye that wouldn't open, and his sister, Biscuit (who looked just like him but was a lot bigger), used to pick on him all the time. So I probably gave him more attention and affection than the rest. With Muffin, it was obvious from the begining that he was a shit-starter and a troublemaker and I always assumed that he would go somewhere else but after a while, we had no home for him to go to and Winky loved playing with his brother so much that we just kept him -- so maybe I gave him less affection because of the assumption that he wasn't staying here. I seriously never thought we would keep him, but most of the time I am glad he is here. So now, Winky is extremely affectionate and Muffin is a little shit who doesn't act like he loves us, and I wonder if I caused that.
I love Muffin; I really do. But it is hard to remember when I am up in the middle of the night, trying to sweep up pieces of Tater's bowl and make sure no one gets cut on a piece.
And you know, it would help if he acted sweet once in a while.