Sunday, February 24, 2008

Oh, Snap.

Sometimes I swear, he is very appropriately named. Not even an hour ago, I was sitting at my desk, with Snap at my feet being very sweet and cuddly. After some time, I looked over to my right, to see that he had nested in a sweet, little white basket on the floor.

Boyfriend filled the basket with goodies for Valentines Day, and I just finally got around to emptying it out. Afterwards, I figured, I'll stick it on the floor and see if the cats can fit in it. Sage attempted to get in there, but she's got about 5 pounds on Snap and couldn't stuff herself in the basket.

I obviously got out my camera to capture the moment. He looked very adorable sleeping in his new little bed.


Fast forward to about five minutes ago. I was in the kitchen preparing dinner for tonight. We're having pork loin and my favorite new potato recipe. Suddenly, Snap decided to jump on the kitchen counter top. Five times (in case I didn't notice his new skill).

I did not think that this was something that I was going to have to deal with. They are 9 months, 2 days old and have never even attempted to come near me when I'm cooking. Shit. The counters never interested them before.

Snap jumped up, I put him down. Snap jumped up again, I put him down. All the while, Sage was sitting there with a look on her face that read, "Damn, I have got to get in on this action." Luckily, I think she's smart and realizes that those extra five pounds do not equal an aerodynamic kitty, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time. She tried to get on the table, but the distance was too great. Instead she just sat there pissed off at Snap and his new found talent.
I guess I should try to do something about this.

3 comments:

A.D. said...

I fight a constant battle with my cats and the counter/kitchen table. Squirting with a water bottle works sometimes, but I kind of think it is something that is not going to go away....result, I sanitize the kitchen about 5 times a day! Good luck with your battle...hopefully, they won't be as stubborn as my kitties!

A.D. said...

Ha...right after I typed that, I heard my husband in the kitchen yelling "Get Down!"

Ashley said...

Oh gosh, now he's graduated to the look mom, I can jump on your dresser stage.

Fabulous.

He prefers to sit right in FRONT of the TV.