Before I had Tycho, I had various antique decorations and such around the house. Now, there isn't much of that since I can no longer have anything breakable. Sometimes I feel like I have a puppy that can climb. Tycho is a chewer. In fact, he doesn't cry when he wants food. Instead, he just chews on things around the house when he's hungry. He even destoyed an iPad cord. On top of that, he can get on any surface in the house and destroy anything. I've even had to remove a wall shelf since I could no longer put anything on it since he'd knock it off the shelf or chew on it. A week ago, a box of cereal fell off of the pantry and spilled all over the floor. Dustin mentioned, "Maybe it was Tycho." I insisted he couldn't get up there. A few days ago, surely enough we caught Tycho on top of the pantry. Nothing is safe from that cat!
Erin
Friday, February 8, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Let the naughty begin!
If I were to try and remember all the "what the hell?!" moments Jackson has put me thru, I'm afraid it would be close to novel length. Waverli was an angel kitten and for what it's worth, Jackson's "brother" Clyde, who stayed back with my mother when I moved, would often find things to entertain himself with but it had a tendency to be pretty harmless. Here is a short list of things I remember just in the past week Jackson has done.
1. Stolen pizza roll. What can I say? He loves food. He ignores it right until my defenses are down and then goes in for the kill. He would've gotten away had I not caught him mid jump and pried it from his jaws. And YES I did eat it just to spite him.
2. Attacked the dog whilst hiding in the laundry basket. My poor 10 year old dog is terrified of laundry baskets now as he's sure one tried to eat him when he walked past. I honestly thought "this must be what it's like to watch a lion kill a wildebeast" as Jackson launched himself at Amos's flank, wrapped his front legs around his belly and gnawed into his backside.
3. Paw in my dinner. I swear, one day I will stop trusting him. It was going so well too. Eating dinner on the couch (because we have no kitchen table) with Jackson on the arm rest. Now, he seems interested but when he turned away and began watching something outside I felt safe. Out of nowhere he spun back around, thrust a paw into my mashed potato and gravy bowl and darted off the couch. Wouldn't you think "so did he track mashed potatos and gravy all over the house as he took off?" Yes. Yes he did.
4. Drug the dish sponge off the sink and shredded it. It's not like he doesn't have 5 million toys to entertain himself with..
5. Got into the medicine cabinet and ran off with my mineral makeup brush. It's still MIA. Thank goodness I have a spare (for now) which he got into my cosmetic bag and found as I was unpacking from my weekend trip to visit Dan in Kentucky. Luckily I caught him as he was pulling it out.
He also has his typical string of mayhem which consists of pulling the dish towels down on the floor, getting on the counters, scratching on the corner of the area rug, pestering the dogs while they eat, swatting my toothbrush from the vanity into the trashcan, knocking over the kitchen can to eat the wax wrapping from the cheese roll.
But as I write this, he is curled up on my lap, being as sweet as can be. Jackson is well versed in the ways of snuggling. Second to being bad, it's what he does best.
Heather
1. Stolen pizza roll. What can I say? He loves food. He ignores it right until my defenses are down and then goes in for the kill. He would've gotten away had I not caught him mid jump and pried it from his jaws. And YES I did eat it just to spite him.
2. Attacked the dog whilst hiding in the laundry basket. My poor 10 year old dog is terrified of laundry baskets now as he's sure one tried to eat him when he walked past. I honestly thought "this must be what it's like to watch a lion kill a wildebeast" as Jackson launched himself at Amos's flank, wrapped his front legs around his belly and gnawed into his backside.
3. Paw in my dinner. I swear, one day I will stop trusting him. It was going so well too. Eating dinner on the couch (because we have no kitchen table) with Jackson on the arm rest. Now, he seems interested but when he turned away and began watching something outside I felt safe. Out of nowhere he spun back around, thrust a paw into my mashed potato and gravy bowl and darted off the couch. Wouldn't you think "so did he track mashed potatos and gravy all over the house as he took off?" Yes. Yes he did.
4. Drug the dish sponge off the sink and shredded it. It's not like he doesn't have 5 million toys to entertain himself with..
5. Got into the medicine cabinet and ran off with my mineral makeup brush. It's still MIA. Thank goodness I have a spare (for now) which he got into my cosmetic bag and found as I was unpacking from my weekend trip to visit Dan in Kentucky. Luckily I caught him as he was pulling it out.
He also has his typical string of mayhem which consists of pulling the dish towels down on the floor, getting on the counters, scratching on the corner of the area rug, pestering the dogs while they eat, swatting my toothbrush from the vanity into the trashcan, knocking over the kitchen can to eat the wax wrapping from the cheese roll.
But as I write this, he is curled up on my lap, being as sweet as can be. Jackson is well versed in the ways of snuggling. Second to being bad, it's what he does best.
Heather
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