I’ve had a lot of cats, I’ve seen a lot. But this morning I saw something I haven’t seen before. I was working in the kitchen and heard a funny noise, turned, and there was Archie hanging by his front paws from the open cutlery drawer. Back legs just swinging in the air! I grabbed him, just as he was dropping back to the floor. At this rate I’m going to have start wearing a helmet cam or glasses cam.
Last night I wasn’t paying enough attention and he ran right in to the bathroom to “his” bed!! Poor Cora didn’t know what to do, which way to turn. I grabbed him and tossed him out, but had to comfort Cora and assure her that he wasn’t coming back. He didn’t do anything — he barely noticed her — but she sure noticed him. I have a feeling that she’s been mistreated by other cats (one at least, judging by her scratches). He’s rambunctious, but not mean. Thursday (end of Cora’s quarantine) is going to be interesting.