There was a bird on a wire not to far from the window he was sitting in.
He was chattering because he was so excited to get at it.
He doesn’t know yet that proper hunters are SILENT. He is just a baby.
Plus he’s had a very exhausting morning. Much rushing about and jumping with many battles large and energetic. I don’t think such a tired Tim could maintain his self control to be silent even had someone taught him how to hunt quietly.
He just came over and plopped next to me into instant sleep. Also a kitten thing. 100 miles an hour one moment, dead asleep the next.
My underwear has recently taken a dive in structural integrity. It’s old, but it has suddenly developed a lot of frayed threads and even holes.
This is distressing because these underwear, which I particularly like, are no longer made. Which is a thing in women’s fashion. Apparently, it’s IMPOSSIBLE to make the same thing for more than 5 years. Even if it’s just bland boring underwear. It’s illegal or something?
Anyway – this morning it has become clear: the death of my underwear is being pushed along by interactions with Rebel Tim, the kitten. Who at this moment is in a such a desperate tangle with a pair of underwear that I’m fairly sure I might have rescue him or, more probably, the underwear. Claws and teeth are not friends to old thin cotton.
I should get up and save that underwear, but honestly, he’s so adorable in his underwear wrap that it’s hard to get behind stopping the behavior. Which is ANOTHER problem with kittens.
I got it quite cheaply compared to most of the cat trees you see, which was why I bought it. No doubt it’s not as high quality, but…
Anyway, I bought it online in a fit of kitten love. Then 24 hours later… it occurred to me to check how heavy the delivered box would be. 50lbs. Huh. OK. I can lift that I guess… Up two flights of steps. I guess.
Then it arrived. The box was very large. I was NOT going to be able to carry it. But I triumphed. I got out my two wheel cart, essential tool for all single people, tied the box to the cart and pulled that damn box up 2 flights of steps. And didn’t kill myself by falling head first down the stairs.
Now it’s a box in my living room. It’s still not a cat tree.
Apparently, cat trees don’t just happen when you open the box. ASSEMBLY IS REQUIRED.
Assembly has not shown up and the box been waiting since Tuesday.
Saturday – the traditional day to celebrate the Assembly is Required footnote. I think Assembly must show up today because the cats are currently entertaining themselves by stampeding through the apartment like buffalo.
Happy Cat Stampede is a sound that I personally enjoy, but it is my understanding that other people do not. And I am going to assume that the downstairs neighbor finds the cat stampede to be annoying.
Hopefully if we assemble this cat tree they will focus their play on the tree and do fewer stampedes at 6am.
I doubt it though. Maybe she’s deaf.