Fuzzy toddlers

[moonwise]

Nothing in our house is safe from the dreaded Paws of Biscuit. No cake, no cookie, no red bell pepper that was for tomorrow's dinner. For a while, we had a Safe Place to put things for a while; namely, on top of a high shelf where we keep the spice jars. Now, that safety is in doubt.

My husband left me a voice mail telling me all about her latest Discovery. The germ of the idea probably started in Biscuit's little cranium when my mother sent us a gift that came in a giant box full of peanuts. Lazy people that we are, we haven't thrown the box out yet, and her most favorite game last week was to 1. get a peanut 2. play with the peanut 3. get another peanut 4. play with the peanut 5. get another peanut...

You get the idea. There are bits of chewed Styrofoam all over the house.

Anyway, he came home and wondered why every single one of Biscuit's many toys were on the floor. We'd been keeping them above the sliding glass door, where there's a windowsill. It took her long enough, but Biscuit finally deduced that if she jumped from the floor to the counter to the top of the fridge to the tops of the cabinets, she could stroll right over to the windowsill and also to the hiding place for the red pepper (which, after all, was for dinner. Just not ours.)

Biscuit must have had a grand old time all day, throwing her toys on the floor one by one. Husband put them all back, and she's been up there again, batting them down. (1. Throw a toy on the floor 2. play with it 3. throw another toy on the floor...) He just came over to me and asked me to remind him what the difference was between cats and kids, and I reminded him that Biscuit doesn't need to go to college.

Comments

[keelieinblack.livejournal.com]

He just came over to me and asked me to remind him what the difference was between cats and kids

I was going to add, "And she'll never borrow your car and wreck it", but given Biscuit that might be tempting fate.

[arafel.livejournal.com]

Biscuit gets into the garage now and then, and she enjoys sitting in my husband's convertible (for a while, he had to keep the top down all the time, because it was torn.) If we gave her a set of keys, no telling what would happen!

[morgi.livejournal.com]

Biscuit likes to chew on peanuts too? I thought that was just our fuzzy little dimwit.

[arafel.livejournal.com]

Yep, she rips them up and chews on them. I hope that Styrofoam goes in one end and out the other, for her sake.

[ssilverfish.livejournal.com]

Sounds like she's a little hellion. I was going to suggest getting another kitten to distract Biscuit (and give her something else to bite!), but that might be a tough sell with the husband. It could risk bringing in double the destruction, too. :)