It's All About the Kittens.
The teakettle appears to still be fully functional, despite its scorched appearance. One thing has changed, though. During its traumatic misadventure, the spout's plastic cap melted slightly. This seems to have made the teakettle's whistle more...penetrating. It is sharper, louder, and has learned a nifty two-tone whistle. I understand that this is its way of saying, "Don't you dare forget me again!" Foundling, on the other hand, thought that it was its way of saying, "I have caught a bird. Come and eat it!" That would be why I found him on top of the stove when the whistle went off. Either that or he really wanted some tea, which I would not put past him...he eats anything else.
Foundling is a very clever kitten who is dextrous with his paws. A couple of days ago, he learned to go fishing. When I'm running late for dinner and need to thaw meat, I usually stick it in the kitchen sink with a weight on top of it and then fill the sink with warm water. The meat was thawing, I was upstairs on the computer, and the Muse was downstairs. Suddenly I heard the Muse laughing hysterically.
I go downstairs. He just points at the kitchen floor, which has a splotch of water on it. Finally, I get him to explain that he walked into the kitchen to find that Foundling had somehow leapt up onto the sink, fished the meat out from under the weight, and carried it to the floor. His paw was barely damp.
If I ever get fish, I'm going to have to have a sturdy lid for the fishbowl.
I'm experimenting with the hair. I've got it in five braid-dreads. I like...I'm just sad my hair isn't quite thick enough to get more braids of the size that I want. That's saying something, 'cause my hair's pretty thick. The braid-dreads were awesome for doing martial arts, though. They are looking considerably more frazzled today. Hmm. If I do a better band base and use some gel, I could probably re-do them every few days and be fine. A satin pillowcase would be going too far....
Uh-oh. That last bit breaks the flow of the narrative. I must relate this to Foundling....
He loves lying on his back and batting at the two front braids. He traps them with his paws and then bites them triumphantly. So far this is the only drawback, unless you theorize that the braid-dreads, or the attitude they engender, were a contributing factor to me getting stopped by the cops last night.
Foundling is a very clever kitten who is dextrous with his paws. A couple of days ago, he learned to go fishing. When I'm running late for dinner and need to thaw meat, I usually stick it in the kitchen sink with a weight on top of it and then fill the sink with warm water. The meat was thawing, I was upstairs on the computer, and the Muse was downstairs. Suddenly I heard the Muse laughing hysterically.
I go downstairs. He just points at the kitchen floor, which has a splotch of water on it. Finally, I get him to explain that he walked into the kitchen to find that Foundling had somehow leapt up onto the sink, fished the meat out from under the weight, and carried it to the floor. His paw was barely damp.
If I ever get fish, I'm going to have to have a sturdy lid for the fishbowl.
I'm experimenting with the hair. I've got it in five braid-dreads. I like...I'm just sad my hair isn't quite thick enough to get more braids of the size that I want. That's saying something, 'cause my hair's pretty thick. The braid-dreads were awesome for doing martial arts, though. They are looking considerably more frazzled today. Hmm. If I do a better band base and use some gel, I could probably re-do them every few days and be fine. A satin pillowcase would be going too far....
Uh-oh. That last bit breaks the flow of the narrative. I must relate this to Foundling....
He loves lying on his back and batting at the two front braids. He traps them with his paws and then bites them triumphantly. So far this is the only drawback, unless you theorize that the braid-dreads, or the attitude they engender, were a contributing factor to me getting stopped by the cops last night.