|It begins with trying to take a pic of some newly acquired merch.|
It was six years ago that I announced his arrival into our household. He was a cute little kitten and a hyper little bundle of energy. At the time, I kept saying "Wait until he turns five or six. He'll start slowing down and grow out of this manic energy."
|Suddenly, the help appears!|
Well, he's now six and he still runs through the house, climbs on everything, tries to pull pictures off the wall, incessantly demands attention, and just wreaks general havoc. Keith keeps looking at me and saying: "You said he would grow out of this."
I try to remind him that Kosh was quite the hell-raiser when we first got him, as well. In fact, Kosh didn't calm down until he was about three, right after we brought Chiquito into the house. Kosh seemed to mature and settle down all at once after that. I suggest that we try the same approach with Chiquito, but Keith just doesn't seem to want to go for that approach. I think he's afraid the newcomer and Chiquito would band together and gang up on the rest of us!
|Ooo, does that card have a tassel on it? Why, I do believe it does!|
Next year, he'll be considered a senior cat. At seven, you have to start getting geriatric check ups for your kitties. I'm wondering if he's going to be an old man swinging from the ceiling fan. The answer to that scares me. He may not be slowing down as he gets older, but the two people in this house certainly are!
|Is this the face of a guilty culprit?|
As I am writing this, Keith is in the kitchen yelling "Get down!" That only means one thing. We have to keep dishes on top of the fridge and boxes on the cabinets to keep him off of them. We've never been able to break him of jumping on top of them. If he gets up there, he claws at the ceiling tiles.
In his defense, he is cute, sweet, cuddly, funny, silly and an excellent mouser. How do you solve the challenge of Chiquito?