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Astoria is, without question, the Bad Cat. She's the shouter, she's the one who claws the couch, she's the one who hurtles her entire body weight against any closed door. She climbs through the venetian blinds, she chews on zipper pulls, she devours any plastic item left on the counter. She's B-A-D. Once every two weeks, though, she is my favorite cat. That's because she, more than any other cat I've ever had, LOVES it when we make the bed. She knows when we're preparing to do it and she lingers in the bedroom, waiting for the moment when we unfurl the fitted sheet (she'll wrestle with the unattached edges before we get a chance to hook them all around the corners). The real crowning glory of the bed-making practice for her is the top sheet. She'll wait in the middle of the bed and allow us to spread the flat sheet out on top of her, making our hospital corners at the bottom corners as she mills around like a mole underground. Sometimes I play games with her, scratching in top of the sheet so she'll skitter across the mattress, or poking her in the heinie so she'll spin around as quickly as she can. She'll often stay under the sheet when we put on the comforter, too, and only with prompting will she eventually make her way to the free end up top by the headboard and pop out as if nothing hilarious has happened.
I filmed it once and I watch the video when I want to remind myself that she's not a Giant Ball of Mischief all the time. Tonight we got a live performance and she was particularly enchanted that we put not one, not two, but THREE items on top of her (sheet, blanket, comforter) before we were finished. Happy Tuesday, Astoria.
I filmed it once and I watch the video when I want to remind myself that she's not a Giant Ball of Mischief all the time. Tonight we got a live performance and she was particularly enchanted that we put not one, not two, but THREE items on top of her (sheet, blanket, comforter) before we were finished. Happy Tuesday, Astoria.