Better late than never

I hope this shows...it is Simon's Cat in Santa Claws. I just happened to check his website and there it was. But it is so true of cats. It so reminds me of our current cats when they were mere kitties. The first Christmas we had the cats, they wanted to stay right in the middle of it.
Specially at first...it did get easier to detour them away from it after the initial newness of it. The next couple of years they did not bother it, then this year Bubbie tried to start. I just happened to be there and put a stop to it before he could start.
Look at them...that was when they were not even a year old. You can sure see the mischief in his eyes in that bottom picture. He is 3½ years old and he still has a glint in his eyes. We play chase through the house. I will tag him and take off running, and he will come creeping in to find me. I jump out and scare him and he takes off. I can't wait for Lorelei to be old enough to understand just how to play with him. He needs someone younger than me.

What I wanted to tell you about is the Puss Puss there in the top picture. I have never, ever seen a cat with more curiosity. I could write pages and pages of stuff she does, and you probably wouldn't believe me unless you have a cat just like her.

Her true love is probably Roger. I don't care what he goes to do, she is right in the middle of it. Whether it is to sit down and sign a paper, or if he is cutting out the leather for a knife sheath, or if he is in the basement doing something to on his work bench...she is right there with her nose in the middle. And she dearly loves his fly tying table.

The other day, I kept picking up this little flexible plastic tubing....it was about a foot long. I figured it was something she had snitched from Roger and couldn't think to ask him. I did not want to throw it away, even if it did look completely useless. Finally, he came through and it was in the floor again, and he told me what it was and I think that was his second time of taking it back down in the basement.

The next day she brought a piece of leather...I don't know if it was an actual lacing or if it was just a piece he had trimmed off, but there she had it in the kitchen. I think the one time was all we picked it up. She lost interest in it.

Then there was yesterday. She had went down and stolen a pipe cleaner, or part of one, and she play ALL. DAY. LONG. with that pipe cleaner...she had it in every room in the house, on the counters, on the table, under stuff, in a bag....up and down the basement stairs. Then she would leave it laying on one side of the door, and go behind the door and reach under the door to play with it.

She is just so little and petite, and so curious. It is cute most of the time, but sometimes it can be annoying. But I still love her.