the kitten chronicles - part 73

Rufus is transforming himself. He is going from a mere cat to a meerkat. I observed this curious phenomena last night. Both the boys spend lots of time standing up at the window looking out at the world passing by. Sometimes it's the front window in the
living room, sometimes it's the french door in the back. There's always something to see. But Rooface has taken this to a new extreme. He can now stand straight up on his back paws without support. Like a meerkat. Or a very short human. He thinks he's more like a very tall and stately cat. Now if he could only walk like this, he thinks. He would quickly displace the Big Cat and become the new ruler of the house. Oh, what a glorious reign it would be, too. Water would run constantly in every sink.
Dried flowers would be free to be swatted at will. And no doors would be closed! The former ruler, the late Big Cat, would have to share all his meals openly with the leader of the new regime. And think of it, it's all because of a relatively simple new skill - walking upright. The black and white doofus has no aspirations in this vein. When Rooface practiced his standing without leaning on anything skill last night (look, Big Cat, no hands!) Rooney charged him from the blind side (wouldn't Sandra Bullock have loved that tackle!) and knocked him flat. That'll teach him to take on airs. xxx dad