With wonderment and fresh eyes, I am seeing everything new and exciting. I just can't stop being busy, but when I am busy I have these Growed-ups following me and prodding me and mewling in my huge auricles and telling me to 'get off - get down - get out - get here', it's all so dull and highly unamewsing. They seem to forget 'THEY WERE KITTENS ONCE'. :roll eyes:
I found a fantastic game and I saw Flaire do it yesterday and really wanted to have a go, but Mum kept biting my legs and Momma kept putting me onto the floor again. (brrr, it's cold down there by the way!) It was to climb to the top of the cat tree in the kitchen, it's about 5ft 7" tall and me being a mere 3.5" (Queen Victoria size) I look really tiny up there. I raced up the long side, gripping either side like a professional tree climber. Who needs ropes and spikes? Not me, I only fell 4 times until I got the hang of it and I am not sure if it was the dizzying heights or the concussion that made my leggies give way, but I was there, on the top, like the champion of champions, spitspotting about, back arched in a victory hop. yes, this is the life for me... sky's the limit!
Well, now I am up here there is one task that I am destined to perform and I have been eyeing up my Sister and watching how she does it. I want to jump the chasm between the catpost and the swing bed. It must be at least a foot drop, so far away, but I am going to do it. Now watch the video closely, blink and you could miss me taking flight!
Firstly, I am spotted by Momma, then Flaire then Mum Gracie. I jump from the very top spot and crack my head on this strange clear stuff, before landing neatly facing the other way. Cool. I am then very busy taking measurements whilst Mum & Flaire perform some weird ritual at the end of the post? I get a MEOW warning from Mum to stop what am doing, so I pounce on her a bit to show that really I am concentrating on her. We have a short washing frenzy and I try for a spot of milky, but sent away with a NIP on my tail root. OWEE MUM! I pretend not to notice and bang my head again on the clear stuff?
I climb back up and take a sneaky bite at Mum's neck to show that I am a tad annoyed I didn't get a smidgen of milky and then she unbalances me with her paw and knocks me on my face, washing my bum for good measure. I am seriously embarrassed and smack and bite her halfheartedly back, she verbally warns me with a TRILL (not the bird seed!). But just then, talking of birds, she gets distracted by a pigeon outside and I measure twice and leap once into the unknown and taa daa. I have done it. The leap of faith. Mum cries with shock and I dance a little dance and go for my close up. Momma knew I was going to do it, it was my first try and I knew she would catch me - she is on my sidereally and helped guide me on a trial run when she held me under my tummy and skipped me from bit to bit so I knew how to get up and down safely. But to do it ON MY OWN. WOWZEREEWOO. I am a free spirit that's for sure.
So, watch me again on my little video in case you missed my very excited face as I leap a whole 12" into the abyss and land safely in the hammock bed. just a tad chuffed with myself. I think this flying stuff is excellent and I am to not visit the salon to have my nails shortened this week, so that I have a sure velcro grip. I find it exhilarating and have my eye on a 8ft gap between the cat post and the top of the fridge. I may need a few months before that is an option - but THINK BIG and EXPAND YOUR HORIZONS!
Love from Queen Vee X
I found a fantastic game and I saw Flaire do it yesterday and really wanted to have a go, but Mum kept biting my legs and Momma kept putting me onto the floor again. (brrr, it's cold down there by the way!) It was to climb to the top of the cat tree in the kitchen, it's about 5ft 7" tall and me being a mere 3.5" (Queen Victoria size) I look really tiny up there. I raced up the long side, gripping either side like a professional tree climber. Who needs ropes and spikes? Not me, I only fell 4 times until I got the hang of it and I am not sure if it was the dizzying heights or the concussion that made my leggies give way, but I was there, on the top, like the champion of champions, spitspotting about, back arched in a victory hop. yes, this is the life for me... sky's the limit!
Well, now I am up here there is one task that I am destined to perform and I have been eyeing up my Sister and watching how she does it. I want to jump the chasm between the catpost and the swing bed. It must be at least a foot drop, so far away, but I am going to do it. Now watch the video closely, blink and you could miss me taking flight!
Firstly, I am spotted by Momma, then Flaire then Mum Gracie. I jump from the very top spot and crack my head on this strange clear stuff, before landing neatly facing the other way. Cool. I am then very busy taking measurements whilst Mum & Flaire perform some weird ritual at the end of the post? I get a MEOW warning from Mum to stop what am doing, so I pounce on her a bit to show that really I am concentrating on her. We have a short washing frenzy and I try for a spot of milky, but sent away with a NIP on my tail root. OWEE MUM! I pretend not to notice and bang my head again on the clear stuff?
I climb back up and take a sneaky bite at Mum's neck to show that I am a tad annoyed I didn't get a smidgen of milky and then she unbalances me with her paw and knocks me on my face, washing my bum for good measure. I am seriously embarrassed and smack and bite her halfheartedly back, she verbally warns me with a TRILL (not the bird seed!). But just then, talking of birds, she gets distracted by a pigeon outside and I measure twice and leap once into the unknown and taa daa. I have done it. The leap of faith. Mum cries with shock and I dance a little dance and go for my close up. Momma knew I was going to do it, it was my first try and I knew she would catch me - she is on my sidereally and helped guide me on a trial run when she held me under my tummy and skipped me from bit to bit so I knew how to get up and down safely. But to do it ON MY OWN. WOWZEREEWOO. I am a free spirit that's for sure.
So, watch me again on my little video in case you missed my very excited face as I leap a whole 12" into the abyss and land safely in the hammock bed. just a tad chuffed with myself. I think this flying stuff is excellent and I am to not visit the salon to have my nails shortened this week, so that I have a sure velcro grip. I find it exhilarating and have my eye on a 8ft gap between the cat post and the top of the fridge. I may need a few months before that is an option - but THINK BIG and EXPAND YOUR HORIZONS!
Love from Queen Vee X
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