Beast

Kitty is a beast. You wouldn't think that just looking at her...but she is. She is strong, creative, cunning, and most importantly crazy. The things she chooses to play with or rather to drag around the house baffle me. A few nights ago she got up on a very tiny table to get a cell phone and a DVD that were laying next to a dish full of candy. When we got up the next morning the cell phone and DVD were on the floor. Obviously our first reaction was that "Kitty knocked things over" but really, this is what I think happened.

It was late, probably around 4am (which is usually when Kitty starts thumping on our bedroom door and meowing/squeaking in attempt to wake Husband so he will come out and play with her) and Kitty was bored. Kitty then went into a fit of hysterics from seeing something at the back door window. She jumped and scratched, but it was no use. The moth was clearing not going to budge from the other side of the window. Oh well, no friends for Kitty. In all her jumping Kitty must have noticed the copy of Premonition Husband and I had rented from the always amazing Red Box down the street. Kitty was intrigued and since she had watched the majority of the movie with us, actually covering my face for part of it when she decided to lean across me to lick Husband's nose...she must have wanted to see it again. She then jumped up and knocked the DVD off the table (throwing the cell phone onto the ground since it was sitting on top of the DVD). Kitty then got distracted by the new "toys" on the ground and played a rousing game of soccer using both the DVD case and the cell phone as balls. This could occupy her until I woke up to the sound of her meowing at the door after my shower hoping that I would feed her and love her (which I equate to cuddles...she does not) when I emerged from the bedroom and headed off for work.

Kitty would have been a fantastic soccer player, if only she had feet and stood more than a foot tall...