Intergalactic House of Paisley

Miss Ripley Thighbiter* Bikkit has had her claws trimmed. The teeth, not so much.



*Thanks to txanne for the middle name. Oddly enough, I had always known the middle initial was a "T."

Seen to the left is Siegfried, at age 3 months or so. He has continued to grow, and is now a healthy, lanky 16 pound cat. Who, for reasons unknown, is fascinated by my getting ice and/or water from the refrigerator's dispensers of same. He will regularly climb up on one of the large flour storage containers by the fridge when I am doing this, and pat me on the leg to get my attention, sometimes even trying to stand on my leg to get a better look. This is mildly annoying on occasion (in the summer, when I am wearing shorts in particular), but mostly amusing.

Last night I was getting some ice, and he came racing in to investigate from the front of the house (a good 30' run). As he entered the kitchen, he leaped for the flour container and, realizing its utility as a landing pad was compromised by the pile of miscellaneous recyclable items that were stacked on it, tried to adjust on takeoff and make for the rolling kitchen island/chopping block behind it, which is also fully covered by various items. He wound up smashing into the front of island, tried to get purchase with his front paws, and then dropped straight down, into the large ceramic bowl that serves as the feline water dish in the kitchen. While he managed not to break the bowl, he did a magnificent job of redistributing the water in the bowl over the immediate area, including my feet. Fortunately, I had decided moments before I would wait until after I got my ice before I refilled the bowl. He did a pretty good job of staying out of my sight for at least an hour afterwards, and waited until this morning to come wandering around expecting pettins.

The lesson: Don't Be a Dorknozzle. Not for his benefit, but all of yours.