Ok, maybe not tigers.
But maybe not even kittens. Teenager cats.
You all know how teenagers are. Crazy, freakish things that turn into little monsters. Sort of like gremlins.
If you don’t let teenagers run around a bit sometimes, they’ll turn on you.
Ben and I had the teenager cats out yesterday morning in the back yard, without leashes and they quite enjoyed themselves. We took them out again today and let them run around for about 15 minutes.
Usually this would result in crying kitties at the backdoor for 15 minutes after we bring them inside, but not today. Today, they actually wore themselves out and slept. It was amazing.
On the list to buy are two retractable leashes for them, as their little kitten leashes aren’t long enough. That’s why we decided to just let them run around while we were outside, shielding them from going towards the front. I’m aware that won’t work forever, but it will until we get those leashes. I’ll be selling the old ones on trademe to cover some of the costs of the new ones, so it’s not a total big spend.
We’ve also discovered the teenager cats have a radish fetish.
Ben’s parents brought us over a few freshly pulled radishes from their veggie garden, and me being me, I forgot about them and they were left on the kitchen bench.
I woke up the next morning to find them scattered around the house. I had to start work soon after that, so I put them back on the bench, intending to wash them and then stick them in the fridge later on…
The teenager cats once again scattered the radishes around the house, along with the plastic wrap that had bundled together.
Leon ran by me trailing a giant flag of plastic wrap like a victory banner. I don’t know what it is with him. He also parades around with plastic bags, so we have to hide them all because I don’t want any suffocating cats.
The weird part is they didn’t actually chew on said radishes. They just carried them around everywhere like little trophies.
Unfortunately, because I was busy working, I couldn’t get any pictures of them being radish fiends. They move too fast! They haven’t learned the “stay still” command yet. But there are times when I’m trying to walk with trays of seedlings and they’re directly in my path, pretending they don’t know what “move” means…staying perfectly still.
What’s the funniest thing your pet has ever done?