treacle tales
to prove i am still alove *g* and because i know i owe a few folk some fun tales of feline foibles :)
i think i have mentioned that treacle has a pair of socks. she claimed them early. and they have been moved for location to location when the whim strikes her. little have i known that it was an indication that treacle is simply a wanna be human with a penchant for organization.
i was in the process of washing some of my many knitted things (gloves, sweater coat, head bnd and such). treacle decided that the gloves didn;t need to be washed and re-located them. ok, perhaps she's got a wool fetish i thought. i put them back in the pile to be handwashed. they got shifted again. and just the gloves. she sorted through the pile to retrieve and remove them. i guess i have lost a pair of gloves. i just didn;t know they were hers....
then i found a package with a few balloons. the inner imp won. i blew some up. they got ignored by all three felines. an intial what the? was expressed. but beyond that- they didn;t care. i then decided to float one in treacles favourite pond (the toilet) to see if that would get a reaction out of her. _WELL!_ she adores jiggling the handle and requesting that the movie channel be played on a regular basis. and she has to fight for viewing space sometimes. because motley also enjoys watching the waterworks.
she patted the ballon. she bobbed it about. tried to hook it with her paw. i made a fearful and regretul face. nothing happened. she got ticked. and climbed onto the seat. more poking ensued. she got more ticked. finally she reached down and bit the balloon. *wince*.... *i open one eye* then i looked stunned. treacle had carefully bit down without breaking it and taken it out of the bowl. she dropped it on the floor, and proceeded to glare at me. i was being toroughly told off for having put something that didn;t belong in my litterbox. i boggled. then to be sure, i of course did it again :) again, she rescued the balloon. although quicker this time. and then stalked away from me. i did have to repeat this again a week or so later. she did the routine again. i have to admit, i am impressed that she could remove the balloon without breaking it. but i am also impressed that her main motivator seems to have been the knowledge that 'it didn't belong there'. because once it was out, she ignored it. as soon as it was seen in the wrong place- she jumped up and took it out.
pity she can't extend her organization skills to include doing things around the apartment ;) i think putting away her cat toys could be an admirable goal. at least stepping on pipecleaners doesn;t hurt the same way as stepping on those dang balls in hard platic cages ;)
btw- priss has sunk to new depths of vacant blonde. upon being chased by treacle one morning, she ran into the hallway. upon seeing the wee stool - she stuck her head into the opening underneath. as her head was under, she plunked the rest of her body down in relief at being hidden. treacle and i watched in amazement for several minutes as she sat there with her head in the sand so to speak) thinking she was safe. treacle walked away (in disgust i think). i lifted the stool to get a 'o! where did you come from?' chirp and look. *sigh* she's cute. not the brightest bulb. but cute.
i think i have mentioned that treacle has a pair of socks. she claimed them early. and they have been moved for location to location when the whim strikes her. little have i known that it was an indication that treacle is simply a wanna be human with a penchant for organization.
i was in the process of washing some of my many knitted things (gloves, sweater coat, head bnd and such). treacle decided that the gloves didn;t need to be washed and re-located them. ok, perhaps she's got a wool fetish i thought. i put them back in the pile to be handwashed. they got shifted again. and just the gloves. she sorted through the pile to retrieve and remove them. i guess i have lost a pair of gloves. i just didn;t know they were hers....
then i found a package with a few balloons. the inner imp won. i blew some up. they got ignored by all three felines. an intial what the? was expressed. but beyond that- they didn;t care. i then decided to float one in treacles favourite pond (the toilet) to see if that would get a reaction out of her. _WELL!_ she adores jiggling the handle and requesting that the movie channel be played on a regular basis. and she has to fight for viewing space sometimes. because motley also enjoys watching the waterworks.
she patted the ballon. she bobbed it about. tried to hook it with her paw. i made a fearful and regretul face. nothing happened. she got ticked. and climbed onto the seat. more poking ensued. she got more ticked. finally she reached down and bit the balloon. *wince*.... *i open one eye* then i looked stunned. treacle had carefully bit down without breaking it and taken it out of the bowl. she dropped it on the floor, and proceeded to glare at me. i was being toroughly told off for having put something that didn;t belong in my litterbox. i boggled. then to be sure, i of course did it again :) again, she rescued the balloon. although quicker this time. and then stalked away from me. i did have to repeat this again a week or so later. she did the routine again. i have to admit, i am impressed that she could remove the balloon without breaking it. but i am also impressed that her main motivator seems to have been the knowledge that 'it didn't belong there'. because once it was out, she ignored it. as soon as it was seen in the wrong place- she jumped up and took it out.
pity she can't extend her organization skills to include doing things around the apartment ;) i think putting away her cat toys could be an admirable goal. at least stepping on pipecleaners doesn;t hurt the same way as stepping on those dang balls in hard platic cages ;)
btw- priss has sunk to new depths of vacant blonde. upon being chased by treacle one morning, she ran into the hallway. upon seeing the wee stool - she stuck her head into the opening underneath. as her head was under, she plunked the rest of her body down in relief at being hidden. treacle and i watched in amazement for several minutes as she sat there with her head in the sand so to speak) thinking she was safe. treacle walked away (in disgust i think). i lifted the stool to get a 'o! where did you come from?' chirp and look. *sigh* she's cute. not the brightest bulb. but cute.