Here is a question for you…Can cats be cleptomaniacs? Why do I ask? Well, seems that Mojoe takes anything that he can pick up that suits his fancy. If he can carry it, it is gone. This is funny to watch. He checks out whatever it is and decides by trying it out whether he can pick it up or not. Matters not what it is. My socks, my bra, my pens. You get the idea. If he can move it, he needs it.
Some times, he brings it back to me. I think he is showing it to me to say “See what I found.” Then he gets bent out of shape if I take it from him. It’s his and he found it. Finders keepers and all that….
Today, my socks were the prize that he took. I had laid them on the bed while I was dressing for church. Before I knew it, they were gone and so was he. I found the socks in the middle of the floor. He had pulled them apart (I make a ball out of them when I sort them after laundry). Each sock had been propery killed and were really, really dead. Before I picked them up, I had watched him hold them with his mouth and kick them with his feet. He does that really well. I have the scratches to prove it.
Speaking of scratches, the boys are really scrapping with each other these days. I don’t think they have learned how to “hold back” with their strength when they are play fighting. I hear one or the other of them yowl because the other has them in a hold that hurts. Then the play fighting gets really serious until one or the other cries “Uncle” and they go to their separate corners.
They were chasing each other earlier today. One ran up on the couch and over me. And, now, I have scratches on my ankle and knee where they made contact and stuck claws in for purchase. They also ran across the cross word puzzle I was working in the Sunday paper. There is also a big tear right down the middle.
I am hoping that they get out of the “really wild” stage soon. But, I am afraid that it is just starting. They are still not quited a year old.
They are really funny to watch. They do not seem to have any fear at this point. Only loud noises seem to cause them to pause…then they are at it again. I wish I had a camera to tape some of this. It is hilarious. The only time they are quiet is when they run out of gas and stop at opposite corners.
Oh well, I am off to look for things that Mojoe has hidden. Thank goodness the apartment is only 600 square feet. And, he can’t get outside!!! I catch myself saying…”Oh, so that is where this/that got off to.” Thankfully he hasn’t tried to help me cook yet!
