There are so many different kinds of cats and I don’t mean different breeds. There are
- the cats that drool
- the vocal cats
- the cats that don’t like the litter box
- the cats that drink water out of the sink
- the cats that like wet food
- the cats that will only eat dry food
And then there are the cats that like to destroy anything paper.
Twiggy and Twursula have never shown any interest in paper, except to sit on. Paper is like a box —it must be sat upon. But they have never unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper. Shebee has. They have never done battle with a roll of paper towels that someone left within reach. Shebee has. They have never tried to see how many kleenex they could pull out of the box. Shebee has. They have never shred a pile of napkins. Shebee has.
We are pretty tolerant of Shebee’s lack of manners. We have learned not to leave paper towels or napkins on the table and to tuck the kleenex back into the box. But Friday night things got bad!
Our granddaughter was here and wanted to answer the letter from her cousin who is also her pen pal. She got out all of the things she would need. I pushed back the green table cloth to make it easier.
Shebee came bounding off the kitty condo and onto the dining room table to see what we were doing. That bunched up green table cloth immediately caught her attention and she laid down and grabbed it between her paws.
But wait! What is this green fuzzy thing? It’s Green Ballerina Frog with the Velcro feet. How did she get on the table?
Amara sat there and worked on her letter as we both watched Shebee stand on her toes and repeatedly attack this poor defenseless frog, pulling all 4 legs in different directions.
Shebee grabbed one of the Velcro feet but she really preferred the frog legs.
Amara tried to gently tug on the body of the Frog to get Shebee to release it from the death grip.
After a lot of tugging something distracted Shebee and she dropped the Frog.
When she realized Frog was no longer on the table she turned her attention to the letter from Amara’s cousin. She sat down on top of it and you could tell. Shebee wanted revenge.
Amara slowly reached around Shebee to a corner of the letter she wasn’t sitting on top of. She thought if she could just get a corner she could slide it out.
That certainly didn’t work. It only made Shebee more determined.
Finally, I was able to get the letter away from Shebee. Her death grip on the letter was replaced by her death grip on my arm. Only a little blood was shed. The letter and the Frog survived.