Day Fifty Six

First Casualty

I pretty much warned readers I would be writing about Dash - a lot. Today is no exception. He provides a whole lot of material. Take last night for example. We had our first Dash casualty. A vase is now history.

To acclimate Dash to his new home, and to give the other residents time to adjust as well, he has been staying in the front bedroom. He has his condo haven in there, three litter boxes, a cat tree, and lots of toys to keep him occupied. Plus, I am in there with him most of the time. We took a long nap yesterday, cuddled up on the bed. Of all the toys, his absolute favorite is a bunch of feathers on a stick. This super toy was made by his first "dad"  (the breeder's husband) and was skillfully constructed in the manner of a fishing lure. It is extra sturdy and irresistible to Dash. He never gets tired out playing with it. I just turn on my Kindle and read while swaying the feathers back and forth. I have imagined all sorts of ways to mechanize this, but I don't think any would survive this three pound dynamo.

So, Dash knows where the toy goes when I'm done playing. I have already determined this tiny creature is way smarter than I. We were watching TV when I heard a crash of undetermined origin. There are crashes, bumps, thumps and other various noises exploding here all day long. I just let it go. A few minutes later I heard some mewing coming from the front room and went in to check on Dash. That's when I discovered the source of the crash. On the bathroom floor were two bottles of spray cleaner (one with a cracked top), and a smashed vase - apparently pulled down along with the feather toy when Dash got tired of waiting for me to play with him. He actually showed it to me then took off running. How smart can that tiny brain be?? Oh well, one less thing to dust.

I am almost afraid to announce this, because I don't want to jinx it, but an interesting development seems to have occurred along with Dash's arrival. Chance has been using the litter box. Yes, I said it. Chance. Has. Been. Using. The. Litter. Box!!! Don't ask me why, I am not that smart, but I suspect it has something to do with no longer being on the bottom of the Totem pole. Either that or he doesn't want to be the one to go in case it's one in, one out. That can't be it cause they all know I love each and every one equally.