the kitten chronicles - part 89

The boys have handsome new bowls. Wait, keep reading! It gets better. On an admittedly slow news day at Casa Big Cat the arrival of stainless steel bowls - donated kindly by Ravi, my tennis partner, is major excitement and a small blessing. The old bowls were a Corninware brittle plastic bowl (for kitten chow) and a Wedgewood china bowl with little Peter Rabbits hopping around on the rim (for water). For some reason, boredom? sheer orneriness? lack of kitten brain cells? - the boys automatically tipped the old bowls over soaking the protective newspaper underneath and creating a small river flowing down the living room floor. Wait maybe they spilled the water as a kind of caustic commentary about the Toronto Star which was neatly under their bowls. In which case, I approve (I only get the Star for the sports section) And frankly if the boys read Royston James or Rosie Dimanno while they're eating their breakfast - no wonder they comment by destroying the newspaper. Anyway, the boys can't knock over the gleaming new bowls. Order has been temporarily restored in the home of the Big Cat and the score now reads: Big Cat - 1 Messy Fur Brains
- 0. But there's plenty of game left to be played. I never count the boys out. If there's a way to tip those bowls over, they'll find it.
Right now they're probably up on top of the water cooler poised to swan dive into the water bowl. If this actually works I'll sign them up at the CNE as Conover's Diving Cats and I'll retire on the proceeds. xxx dad