Another Friday Night
Nikita has spent considerable time this week on Twitter:
She has already amassed nearly 200 followers, including a boyfriend, Mr. Biggles, who has sent her virtual flowers, candy, breakfast in bed, etc. He has professed his undying love...
Meanwhile, she continues to press hard for me to play stick at every opportunity. Runs in, carrying stick. Drops it on floor at my feet. "Please, Mama." Getting no response from me, she picks the stick up and drops it again, causing the little bell to ring. "MAMA! C'MON!" I am busy trying to work so I once more try to ignore her. Now she's getting annoyed. What to do, what to do? Let's try picking up the stick and dropping it again. Rats, that didn't work. Fine, then. Strolls into the dining room. Meowing. Airborn! Lands on the top of the desk, giving me a look of triumph. "Ha ha, Mama! Made you look!" I tell her to get down. Sighing heavily, she does so, leaving little kitty pawprints on the desk. Gosh, I really need to dust that thing. Disappears into the kitchen. Rustling, rustling, bang! I decide to wait and assess the damage later.
Streaks back into the living room. Yet another go at the apothecary chest. "Mama, I am opening drawers! What are you going to do?" I am halfway off the sofa. Oops! She disappears. I hear kitty feet pounding down the hallway.
Quick break to powder her nose.
Runs full steam back to the living room. LAUNCH! Once again she's up on the mantle, then a quick jump to the quilts. YAY! She's Queen of the Universe!
Hmmm...Those sticks look interesting, let's examine them more intensely:
Notices me taking her picture. Flies off the quilt rack. Lands hard near her paper sack. Wrestling frantically with it. That sack won't cause her any more trouble. Whooooooosh! Another amazing leap up and over me to the upper sill of the window. Blinds rattling. YEEHAW!!!! Black lightening as she travels at warp speed out of the room.
Apparently another meeting of the Cat Council is now in session. All is quiet.
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