Mar 26 2011
Clawed
My back yard now doubles as a pond
Well, the experiment failed. Or succeeded, depending on how you look at it.
The cats all ignored the giant plastic dragon until this morning. I was reading my email and slowly waking up with the help of my close personal friend caffeine when I was attacked by a giant plastic dragon.
At first, I thought it was Clyde, since there were at least four claws digging into my head, but it turned out to be a giant plastic dragon. I removed it, and to be completely honest with you, there may have been a certain amount of swearing involved.
I set the dragon beside me on the couch, and figured that would be the last of it, until Clyde started chewing on the toy attacker. I then put the dragon away and Clyde outside.
What else can you expect when you name your cat after a notorious outlaw?
I’m thinking that we might have to remove the shelf and hang the painting higher to keep it out of paws’ reach, but having seen Clyde leap from the bed to the top of the armoire and from the glass roof of the back deck to the ground in a single leap kind of makes me wonder if we could ever hang it high enough to escape him.
While all this has been going on inside, it’s been raining like crazy outside. Frankly, I find it astonishing that there can actually be any rain left to throw at us. My neighbor Jim, whose serendipitous encounter with some unexpected snow made him an internet sensation, tells me that he emptied out his rain gauge on Tuesday evening and by Thursday morning, there was 3.6 inches of rain in it. Also that he collected a further 1.5 inches since yesterday morning.
This proved to be too much for my laundry room, which was awash in water which had somehow seeped in through the walls. Fortunately, there’s a drain in the floor, which has also come in handy when there was a booze flood in there. Booze floods, being attacked by giant dragons…I really know how to have a good time.
3 Responses to “Clawed”
My tip for training cats not to jump on particular surfaces – cover it with tinfoil or baking sheets with water or double sided tape. They’ll jump on it once or twice, freak out at what their paws are touching and (ideally) never try again for fear of repeating the experience. This is the reason our two terrors stay off the kitchen counters despite the fact that they go EVERYWHERE else. (Our cats particularly hate tinfoil.)
I tried the tinfoil thing, but as you can see, it didn’t work:
http://suzysays.net/2011/01/we-hereby-resolve/
Maybe I should try the baking sheets, though the way they stay out playing in the rain and come home soaking wet, I’m not sure that would put them off. They are super naughty!
That’s a lot of rain….is this within the norm??
No comment on those naughty tikes…..
jx