kitten chronicles - part 30

I reached in to the fridge to grab a beer and as I turned back a kitten casually sauntered by me on top of the kitchen counter. He didn't even look pleased- like this was big stuff - I guess after a full weekend of no-holds barred climbing it's no big whoop. So ya, they can get up on everything. The boys are in their climbing phase and they are stellar climbers." The higher the better" seems to be their credo - tiny, furry Sir Edmund Hillarys who climb because its there. Of course this sometimes results in disaster. Last night during True Blood, Rufus had climbed up the plant stand and was perched in the diefenbackia plant when the first werewolf appeared on the TV set, this alarmed him so much he jumped to the top of the TV and knocked the plant, Grandy bowl and all, crashing to the floor. Big mess - plant now half its size! But does this in any way discourage the climbing? No. The climb must go on! And these kittens live to climb. Even Midnight Crazies pale in comparison to a good climb. I threw one to try to distract Rooney from knocking over the wooden salad bowl as he perched on top of the pine cupboard casually pawing at the strands of grass poking out of the ceramic purse hanging way up the wall. He looked at the bouncing ball from his lofty perch and uttered a dissmissive "EeK". Which meant, "Midnight Crazies, how last week!".xxxdad