Jump. Don’t Climb

Scout loves to jump. Climbing is good but jumping is better. And like most cats, he always wants to be at the highest point in any room.

He recently found his way to the bookcases in my bedroom.

The route? Jump from the night stand to the top suitcase. Hold on tight, balancing carefully as the suitcase shakes and threatens to fall. Then nonchalantly step over to the top shelf where he can balance atop books and radios galore.

Super, right? I can’t wait till he starts knocking things down from here. . .

It Would Be Fun

Scout’s favorite activity right now is pushing things off of flat surfaces onto the floor. The higher, the better.

I look at this picture and can’t help but think how much he would enjoy pushing this bust over and watching it shatter into a million pieces on the wood floor.

And honestly, I can’t blame him. That would be fun. It’s funny how quickly you start to think like your pet.

Incidentally, this photo is from a tour of Blennerhassett Island last October. I was there just before they closed for the season so I haven’t written about that visit yet. This is close to where I live and a fun day trip so I’ll tell that story before they open for the season.

Camping In The Kitchen

Scout has a darn good life but he’s been experiencing some anxiety whenever I leave home. An act as simple as running out to the compost bin is worrisome to him. Leaving for work is a traumatic event every single day.

This is a relatively new development, along with a handful of other behaviors that I hope are just part of a phase – like the terrible twos.

I’m trying to help him through this phase as much as possible. Part of that simply means keeping him entertained with active playtime, lots of toys and plenty of windows to sit in and watch birds.

My home currently looks like a bunch of cats had a frat party – there are toys everywhere.

A pal from work gave him a new favorite toy for Christmas – a tent that’s just his size. Technically, it was from Ben’s cat Casper but someone had to deliver the package!

Scout loves his tent and always keeps it stocked with mousies and jingley bells. It’s great for play, for naps and for hanging out while I cook.

And while he drags his shark tunnel all over the house, the tent isn’t allowed to leave the kitchen. Don’t ask. That’s just where it lives and it’s non negotiable.

While it’s a little annoying walking around all his stuff, who could say no to this little face?

It Survived

In case you’ve been wondering, the tree survived the holidays. Scout made no effort to climb or get inside the tree at all. He did try to eat the darn thing, a quirky little habit that I still can’t explain.

Perhaps next year the tree can return to the living room rather than be banished to my home gym where a closed door could protect it while he’s home alone.

Note the absence of bows on all the packages. He’s a good boy but not good enough to resist a shiny bow!

Merry Christmas!

Scout and I wish you a Merry (or Meowy, depending on how you say it) Christmas! We hope that you are safe, happy, fed and loved wherever you may be.

The above image is the Christmas card I made to mark our first Christmas together. I know it looks silly but it made me happy!

Have a beautiful day, friends!

Scout’s First Christmas

Shopping for Scout’s first Christmas may have gotten out of control. I realized while gift wrapping Sunday that he’s going to have more presents under the tree than most kids will have this Christmas.

Here he is after a busy day of helping me wrap presents. He was all tuckered out so he curled up with his blankie in his favorite chair. He tried to supervise a little longer but his eyes were just too heavy to stay awake.

That little cat won the lottery when he picked me up in the street.

Scout and the Art of Compromise

Scout and I are working on our relationship.

He likes to chew on artificial pine, climb to the highest point in any room and knock off of every surface anything not nailed down. I like going home to find things where I left them and love the idea of not having a cat that swings from light fixtures like a little monkey.

So we’re going to compromise. We’ll do things his way.

For real guys, there is no compromise with a cat, especially an eight month old kitten with the playfulness of a baby and the strength of a small tiger.

He’s my little panther.

I lost him the other night. Searched the entire house until making it to the laundry room where I heard a faint jingle. And then up popped his little head!

Like a jack–in-the-box!

He’s cute, right? Of course, I didn’t think he was so cute the previous night when he was knocking vintage items off the top of my kitchen cabinets like a little maniac.

But he is a cat and cats weren’t designed to be down low. They are tiny little killing machines meant to climb high, hide stealthily, sharpen their claws and do as they please.

So instead of trying to stop what I call bad behavior, the new goal is to provide alternate opportunities.

Can you tell I work in marketing? I’m pretty good with a positive spin if you give me a minute to think it through.

So he wants to be up high? I’ve made the top of the linen closet comfortable for him. It’s the highest structure in the bathroom so he can survey his kingdom any time he likes.

If I’m foolish enough to leave a remote control or book on the coffee table, there’s no reason to believe it will be there when I come home. That’s just silly on my part as it is a cat’s duty to knock these things on the floor.

Those top shelf red containers in the laundry room will never have anything inside them because they provide a comfortable, warm and high place for a catnap and this seems to prevent him from trying to wiggle into an old wardrobe in that room or from climbing onto the clean towels in the linen closet. If he wants to roll around in my dirty clothes basket, who am I to argue? He’s not hurting anything.

However, we do have real and serious issues. For example, he chews on and tries to eat every bit of artificial pine in the house and most of the silk vines and flowers. All along, I’ve been scheming to design a Christmas tree situation that he can’t destroy but there’s little I can do about him trying to eat something he cannot digest.

Goodbye Christmas tree! Maybe we can revisit this next year…..

Anyway, the compromising seems to be going well. As long as Scout continues to get everything he wants, we should be fine!

Have a cat story to share? I would love to hear! Have you ever tried giving them a pot of fresh grass to distract them from eating artificial pine? This is my last resort.