Back in November, I wrote about how our newest kitten followed us home and became part of our family. We named him Kyo-Kun, and he has settled into being the TURD of the house. By that, I mean to say that I hear, “Stop that, you turd!” from the other room several times a day. He absolutely adores Maggie, and likes to attack her sisters (that’s where the TURD comments come in). He lies in wait, hidden from view, virtually invisible, and then jumps out… claws extended… and grabs Sam or Gwen’s rear ends when ever they walk by. He tried it on me once…. ONCE.
This little boy is a weird one, let me tell you. I have witnessed him doing peculiar things like:
One day, he was sitting on the bottom shelf of the microwave cart when our gray tabby, Princess Leia, walked by. Kyo climbed out and stood up on his hind legs, front legs raised above his head and paws opened wide, and then WALKED quickly over to Leia on his hind legs and attacked her. It was bizarre to watch him do that, like a human kid doing a monster-gonna-get-you walk. I wished I had THAT on camera.
This funny little boy also will walk over to the trash can, again walking on hind legs, and watch what I’m throwing away. What, is he the recycling monitor? Is he making sure I’m not throwing away anything good? Sometimes I think he thinks he’s a human.
Yes, this little boy loves his girl so much that he likes to “help” her with her homework. By “help” I mean that he attacks her pencil everytime it moves (just try to write without the end of your pen or pencil moving, not so easy, is it!), he’ll stretch out on her workbook, or chew on her paper. Of course, I suppose he wouldn’t do that if she’d do her work at the table instead of in my bed, but hey! there’s no TV in there. Brat and Cat-Brat, let me tell you!
This little Brat-Cat has a special affinity for pencil erasers, and has chewed them off of about half of our pencils. We’ll be down to using caps and the long red ones before long!
None of that compares to his latest escapade. Okay, now we all know that cat-dog relations are rarely better than tolerating each other living in the same vicinity and sharing the same people, but apparently Kyo has a particularly deep loathing of the canine species. So how does a cat like him express his detestation? Puff up and hiss? Not very effective. Get in a few open-pawed swipes to the smelly-dog’s nose to the a satisfying sounds of painful yelps? While fun, just not EVIL enough. I know, drop bombs on the thing’s head while it sleeps. YESSSSSS!
Oh, yes… the cat has figured out a few things. GRAVITY is a bitch. BOOKS are heavy and have SHARP corners. and that DOG sleeps directly below this stack of books. Cue the evil cat laugh now!
Maggie and I watched him a few mornings ago sit up here like this, look over the edge to spy a sleeping Missy below, and then take his paw and shove ONE book at a time off in hopes that his aim was true. I am NOT making this up. The TURD looked over the edge AGAIN after dropping 3 bombs down to see if Missy was still there and if he’d done any damage. Maggie and I just stared at each other and back to him, disbelieving he could’ve actually worked all that out. The CAT sat there SMILING. I’m serious! HE WAS SMILING.
I did get a couple of videos, but the lighting is bad here for videos at night. Then uploading it to YouTube has made it even darker, so forgive the quality of the video. I’m still learning Maggie had an orange feather and was playing with Kyo. Kyo had been jumping all over to get it, but, of course, when I brought out the camera, he quit. Maggie did get him to do it a couple times more here.
Okay, I gotta give Missy her chance for a rebuttal… equal time, and all that. So here she is, waiting outside Hardee’s for me to get her food and come back out.
Have a great weekend