Alright, I thought I knew cats. I thought I had witnessed or heard of every feline-oddity that existed.
What with Gibril spilling his food and water out of his bowls before eating it, Pixy sleeping in the bathtub, etc. Other then that, they were pretty tame, and relaxed....and I was used to that peace. Now...NOW! Ugh! Think am going crazy.
Pygwilion is still an absolute angel, but I didn't remember kitten to cause so much worrying. Dru certainly wasn't like that!
I thought I would be all upset and sad when I came home last night, with the absence of my babies and all, but Pyg didn't even give me time to think about things other then him.
The second I put the key in the lock I heard him running to the door and slouching against it. Yes, I had to push it open along with the little hairball. Ever so slowly, in total fright of crushing one of his little paws under the door. He seemed to think it very funny. Then I spent the whole time from coming home, to preparing dinner, to shower being careful not to crush him, (he quite enjoys getting tangled in my legs.)
I don't know what's up with him...he's got this undeniable talent for finding every dangerous place and thing and trying it. He has a very developed taste for danger he has.
He recently found out that he could indeed climb on the back of the rocking-chair (which seems like Mount Everest to him) and use it to climb the fake tree in the corner. One would think he would have understood after a few times, that this is not a real thing, with roots and all, and that it does fall down when a big kitty throws itself into it.
Unlike normal cats, he doesn't like to go to sleep on a chair, or the sofa, or some other comfy, safe place.
No, for Pyg, it's sleeping on the edge of a huge cushion looming over the deadly precipice that is the sofa's side. I know I should let him experience things for himself...but I can't help it, he gets me so worried. How can I work in these conditions of constant stress!? I tried to start a painting last night, I ended up constantly looking out for him, seeing if he wasn't too far over the edge of his cushion, or preventing the tree to fall once again and getting his little hairy paws out of my paint palette (complete failure).
And when I thought I would be at peace in bed, now is time for Pyg to play. Meaning running and pouncing all over my bed, purring and scratching at my hair all night. All the while worrying about him not eating enough. Sigh
Having a kitten demands time and energy. I can't wait for him to become an old lazy cat like Gigi and Pixy, whose only craziness consisted of spilling food.