He's so smart... (Sigh)
Jan. 12th, 2007 05:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceYou know I hate to boast about him, but - well. Cream rises, y'know?
The light-switch in the bathroom is a dangling string, with a toggle on the end; the toggle hangs three, three and a half feet above the floor. Thereabouts. It's just inside the door.
Since the week Barry moved in, there have been scratches in the wallpaper, more or less at toggle-height. All these months, I've been assuming that he just leaped at it, and caught the wall on his follow-through; I've seen him do the same with the toggle's shadow, trying to catch that.
Not so: this morning, I saw him at it. Not 'caught him at it' - this was very much "Chaz, Chaz, look at me, see what I can do...!"
What he does, he jumps up those three, three and a half feet, from a sitting start; and then he clings. Vertical surface, three-point landing, all the razor claws from both back legs and one front acting like pitons, if that's the word I want, digging into wood and paper and plaster. And then he biffs that toggle with his free paw; and when it swings back, he biffs it again. Tennis-on-a-string, for as long as his grip or his patience lasts.
And then he struts off, tail in air and oh so pleased with himself.
Talk about the odd couple; I have adopted an athlete. It hurts my bones to watch him.
The light-switch in the bathroom is a dangling string, with a toggle on the end; the toggle hangs three, three and a half feet above the floor. Thereabouts. It's just inside the door.
Since the week Barry moved in, there have been scratches in the wallpaper, more or less at toggle-height. All these months, I've been assuming that he just leaped at it, and caught the wall on his follow-through; I've seen him do the same with the toggle's shadow, trying to catch that.
Not so: this morning, I saw him at it. Not 'caught him at it' - this was very much "Chaz, Chaz, look at me, see what I can do...!"
What he does, he jumps up those three, three and a half feet, from a sitting start; and then he clings. Vertical surface, three-point landing, all the razor claws from both back legs and one front acting like pitons, if that's the word I want, digging into wood and paper and plaster. And then he biffs that toggle with his free paw; and when it swings back, he biffs it again. Tennis-on-a-string, for as long as his grip or his patience lasts.
And then he struts off, tail in air and oh so pleased with himself.
Talk about the odd couple; I have adopted an athlete. It hurts my bones to watch him.