Silly tigers in the grass

Grass tastes good

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.

Damara hunting a flyOn 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.

Flopping LeonLeon 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?


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. promenadeplantings
    Nov 17, 2011 @ 00:15:16

    Radish loving cats, life is never dull with cats.
    I miss having them around. Our last one used to come and find me at exactly 3pm every day, and basically come and sit on my computer, and generally fuss me into giving him attention. And no matter how many times I told him dinner time wasn’t for another 2 hours, he would be convinced otherwise!


  2. Helena Alford
    Nov 17, 2011 @ 21:57:51

    I caught Khan eating my garden herbs yesterday. Bad kitty.


  3. Jules
    Nov 18, 2011 @ 19:22:00

    My cat knocked over a can of paint onto the carpet when trying to get to his tub of food in the closet (on an upper shelf). It wasn’t so much funny as extremely rage inducing…. It took over two hours to clean up, thank goodness it was latex paint and water soluble….


  4. Rilla
    Nov 19, 2011 @ 06:28:00

    LOL I can completely picture them toting around those radishes like trophies!

    Camden (my puppy) has just entered the teenager stage. This apparently means testing the boundaries of who is Alpha around here. Mark and I have caught on, however, and it’s back to serious commands and training for him while he figures it out. He’s a really smart dog, though, so we think he’ll understand quickly – he is not in charge! (most of the time >.>)

    He does think he is a cat, though.
    He likes to come up and slink by your legs/knees and rub against you like a cat would.
    Funniest thing? He’s done a lot. But I’d say funniest recent was walking under my legs I had bridged from one computer chair to another (essentially putting my feet up). He rubbed his back against them the whole way, and then he stopped when his butt was against them and just rocked back and forth on his back legs, eventually doing a little marching step, rubbing his butt back and forth against my legs. It was hilarious.


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