While my oldest daughter and her boyfriend are out of town this weekend, I am enjoying the company of Mr. Kitters, their very large kitten. Mr. Kitters is about 3 times the size of my 8-year old cat, and he is extremely inquisitive. Several times I awoke to bumps in the night because he tends to knock a lot of things over. I had to right a few items this morning, but there was no breakage. A few minutes ago, I potted an ivy in the planter I got on clearance a couple weeks ago. I grabbed my camera, set the pot on the end table and stood back to take a photo:
Immediately, Mr. Kitters came to investigate. I had to interrupt my photo shoot a second later when his teeth clamped around the vine and started tugging the plant over!
I quickly whisked it off into one of my daughter's bedrooms where I could close the door and keep him out. Mr. Kitters conducted an interrogation. "Did you see a plant around here?"
"Did it go outside?"
"Ok, it's not hiding behind the lamp..."
While Mr. Kitters took a full 5 minutes to keep looking for that ivy, here was my little kitty, taking a nap in bed and dreaming of when Mr. Kitters would go home and leave her alone.