Kitty Salad Skid

Today Robby was naughty and nice...in the extreme. Rather, nice and naughty.

This morning while I was still lounging in bed, Robby walked to the head of the bed, climbed up all my pillows, positioned his little body along the top and side of my head. so that he was upside down to me, and then pressed his precious little cheek flush up to mine. I mean, he was making contact. Then he started purring up a storm and this went on for some time. I purred back. So, with this simple act he stole my heart forever, I don't think I'll ever forget the feel of his little warm face pushing against my face, it was rapturous. I told my sister this story and she burst out with, You really DID find a special little kitty. Robby is just a wonderful gift from God.

Nice.

So, Robby followed up this adorableness with an utterly naughty and ruinous act. We had a big salad for dinner, and Robby was doing his usual, trying to jump up onto the table. First, I'd put him down. Then, Mike would put him down. Robby climbed up Mike's back once, he is resourceful. And more than that, he is persistent.

Finally, I said, Enough of this. And I plopped him into the bathroom, which is very near the dining room, and closed the door. He didn't meow like I expected. We did see his little paws slide under the door, apparently he was on his back because the paws were pads up.

But after a while I guess he meowed and Mike felt sorry for him and said, I can't take it, let him out. So, I opened the bathroom door and Robby walked out. I took a millisecond to hang up the towel he had dragged down to the floor.

Just as I turn to walk back to the table, I see Robby spring in a blink to my chair and, in another dainty leap, land square in the middle of my big salad plate. He sat down in a hurry and slid on all fours, tossing salad like an explosion had gone off. This whole scene scared him to pieces and he shot nimbly across the table, avoiding, who knows how, upsetting the bottle of salad dressing and the drinks, and quickly stepped across Mike's salad before he hit the floor.

Wow. All that unfolded in less than 2 seconds. He really got more than he bargained for, a ride in wet, slippery salad dressing. Then he sat in the kitchen and licked his paws for a good long while. Which allowed us to finish our salad in peace. Except there was no peace to be had. His litter box is in the bathroom and every time I crunched on something in the salad, I had to wonder just exactly what it was.

Naughty.

We're praying for my brother's-in-law father who suffered a heart attack today. They think he will be okay.

My nice eye doctor didn't charge me for the follow-up visit about the sty. Two free appointments, what is the world coming to? VERY NICE. I'm really savoring this because how often does something like this happen? My eye is better, too. Hot compresses.

Tomorrow I'm going to launch into my new system of organization. It involves a Personal Label Maker and my File Jackets.

I forgot to go watch VBS at Mike's church tonight. Rats. They do such a great job, it's incredible. And all the cute kids and everything.

Well, I'm wondering if Robby will ever repeat his Cheeky Love. One can only hope.

Oh, Jazzi just barked very loudly, and it is 2 AM. Robby was sharing my chair, but that barking sent him burrowing into that blankety-blank hole down on the floor by the dishwasher. All I have to do, though, is go get the fishing pole with the fake muskrat on the end of the line. THAT, my friends, is IRRESISTIBLE to Robby. I saw the Lucky Dog Boutique lady and her daughters in the mall today, but I didn't say anything. What was I thinking? I don't usually pass up potential blog material like that. Now I'll have to go to Lucky Dog tomorrow and say, I saw you at Macy's yesterday.

Time for banana cream pie. Three pieces of BCP in 24 hours. This is the misfortune of having a very small family. Pets are not allowed to indulge in BCP. I do have my standards, you know.

Your Friend,
KEM