This morning I sleepily shuffled to the other end of the house to wake the boys, so snoozy that my eyes were mere slits, open just enough to keep me from breaking my neck in the dark. I flipped on the hall light and announced a new day was beginning – Wake Up; it’s time to get ready. Announcement complete, I turn to make my way to the soggy sleep snuffer (a.k.a. the shower). As I pass the linen closet it occurs to me that I need a clean towel. Eyes slightly ajar now, I turn the door knob and what happens next could be defined as Eye-Opening. Out of the closet leaps a ferocious and vocal tiger, ah hem – cat. The clambering and meowing and fluff that accompanied her exit was enough to let me know that she had spent the night in there. Like most cats, Katie has a personality that rivals some of the strongest Type A people I know. She had to express her displeasure in a manner that would make the greatest impact – thus the “Tissue Confetti Fit” ensued. (Note: This is not the first time a 12 pack of tissue has succumbed to the wrath of Katie Bird claws.)
Despite this escapade, Katie is the coolest cat. She has been hanging out at our house for about three years now but prior to that she lived with my sister for the first six or seven years of her life. We have come to love her high strung kittyness and actually argue over who her favorite family member is – we all want to be the one she loves on. She is quirky in the sweetest sense. With her bob tail and affinity for down comforter sleeping, we wouldn’t know what to do without her.
When I get home tonight, I have a mess to clean up. Katie’s precision and accuracy in her shredding technique do make this tissue confetti a great additive to the compost barrel – albeit expensive!!! Now that I think of it, I trimmed her nails last night – maybe she didn’t like her manicure and locked herself in the linen closet???
Meow!
