Life, Kids, Technology & that move to another continent
Have you seen this cat? He goes by Grogu, Chicken, little dickens, and other Aliases. He is a cat of interest in the disappearance of a stuffed Shepard from our advent calendar. And probably other stuff.
Ok he is not missing thankfully, but we do have surveillance on him as much as we can.
As a kid growing up, I loved the TV show, The A-Team. Yeah, I know, it’s not that realistic. Even then I kind of realized that they spent a lot of time shooting things and never hurting anybody, but I digress.
One of the gag’s that they always pulled was how they always found a way to get B.A. Baracus (Mr T) on a plane. He hated flying but they always tricked him into drinking milk or something. Whenever it’s time to give our cat his flea treatment every month, I feel like he’s B.A.
We get him and cuddle and snuggle up with him and wrap him in a blanket pretty snugly, and then one of us will put the medicine on his head, and then he finally realizes it as we’re finishing and slithers out of the blanket and runs away. The damage is already done, though, and he’s got his flea treatment.
Yet when I take him to the Vet he now knows not to eagerly get out of the carrier and will hiss at the vet straight away. He never hisses. He’s a smart cat, but he falls for our blanket trick every time.
Our cat keeps finding trinkets to play with and runs around the kitchen with them scurrying around on the floor. Inevitably they seem to end up under our refrigerator. I am starting to feel like Indiana Jones on a dig every couple of weeks fishing out things that I’ve gotten under there.
It’s always a mystery. I’m never lonely though. Grogu is my trusty companion ever sniffing under the refrigerator trying to get out something. I have not yet started calling him short round though…
Today I was walking down my stairs as I normally do to get coffee in the middle of the day. My cat Grogu thinks it’s a game and when I put my hand on the top of the banister he tries to paw at it. I went to lean down and pet him when he was doing that. He had other ideas. At the same moment I was leaning down he was making a full leap with the intention of jumping up to my shoulder. Since I was going down and he was going up I mostly missed him. His paws scratched my neck a bit. However he kept going since my shoulder wasn’t where he thought it was going to be. When I mean he kept going, his trajectory took him two thirds of the way down my stairs. I cannot say for certain if he landed legs up however he recovered pretty quickly. For about three or four seconds I thought he was going to fly all the way to the bottom of the stairs and hit our step cabinet. While I was still getting over the shock of the situation he was sitting on the bottom step licking his paw waiting for me to finish walking downstairs.
He likes to sit on my shoulder however I haven’t seen him try to make one leap onto it before. That got me totally offguard.
If cats have nine lives I’m going to count that as one of them.
Grogu made a power move today and spent all morning sitting on the couch in M’s spot. Well played Grogu.
Now sure M was at work, but still power move cat…
Grogu has found sheer joy in taking the plush candles from our stuffed Hanukkah menorah. It took us a while to realise he was hoarding the candles like his precious. We would take one or two away from him, only to find him having stolen them back.
We keep our Christmas and Hanukkah decorations in two waterproof storage containers. Even just looking for the menorah to take a picture of it for this blog, the moment I opened one of the containers Grogu appeared and then was halfway in the container looking for it.
As of this writing two of the candles are still missing and presumed hiding under our refrigerator. In a related story I think under our refrigerator is his nemesis. He plays with things and the skirt across the floor under our refrigerator. He will then spend many minutes trying to get at whatever is under there.
Someone at work asked if our cat has found the sheer joy of an empty amazon box. My reply was who needs boxes. He loves empty bags.
Grogu hung out in that bag for several hours. I have video of him trying to get back into it. Very entertaining.
I took for granted doing basic things around the house. Such as putting dishes in the dishwasher, or bringing laundry upstairs. Those tasks are more challenging being performed with a not so furry friend on your shoulder.
