He's so smart... (Sigh)
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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.
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Date: 2007-01-12 09:30 pm (UTC)i wouldn't put it past the cat i'm house sitting with to do that as well. little bugger started crying his head off at 4am and i've been awake since. little attention whore :))