1. Hops on chair
2. Hops from chair to table.
3. From table to counter.
4. Along counter.
5. I tell him "No!"
6. I put him on floor.
7. He runs around and hops back on chair.
8. This repeats 12, 000, 000 times/daily.
9. I put him away in his crate that he thinks is a torture chamber where he cries and freaks out until I let him out again.
1. He wants milk.
That Cat is no longer sane. He will do anything in his power to get milk. He knows he gets one spoon at night on a little plate. This is not good enough. If I just move my body and I look like I am going to the kitchen he runs and tries to trip (kill) me on the way. Try as I might to be stealth and sneaky he has become smarter than I.
One day you will come to this blog and you will no longer find me. It will be because Norbert won.
(I know cats should not drink milk but he has been having it since he was a kitten and it has never bothered him with the exception of making him rotund.)
Please go over and say congratulations to Kelly. She just had a sweet and perfect baby girl. Kelly is my oldest blogging friend but I have no idea how we met! She had started a blog for her son called "Letters to Jake" when he was just a newborn and I have been tuning into this friend and stranger ever since.