Day Two Hundred Seventy Four

The Life of Boo!

It is only ten o'clock in the morning and I have already saved Boo! from life threatening peril about twelve times. Just moments ago she was hanging from the shower curtain rod. THE SHOWER CURTAIN ROD! I guess she thought it would be fun. She just didn't factor in getting her claws caught on the shower curtain. That I had to rescue her is the reason it isn't captured on video. I did get a picture of her sitting on the shelf which is where she was able to knock the clock off the wall. Remember that fiasco? The clock fell into the tub and shattered into a million pieces.

That is the shower curtain rod from which
she was hanging. Behind her is the hole in
the wall where the clock used to be...

 

So far this morning: She rushed past Andy and into the bedroom when he opened the door to go out to the kitchen; pounced on me to make sure I was awake; covered my face in kisses (which is why she is still here and not returned for a refund); got in the way while I was super gluing the weather-stripping she pulled from the cat door, causing me to glue my hair to my fingers while I was saving her from getting it on her whiskers; found a tiny pinecone from the rabbit cage (they're in the rabbit's treats and she discards them) and has been playing hockey with it all over the house; oh, and she hid away in the laundry room then pitched a fit when she  found herself alone in the dark. 

Here she is harassing poor Roxy who
just wanted to eat her carrots in peace.

At one point, I turned to look at Fancy who was sitting on the window perch calmly watching the squirrels, and the expression on his face spoke volumes, "Don't look at me - you're the one who just had to have another cat. Are you happy now?"

Actually, I am. Yes, Boo! is a hot mess. She is also a never-ending source of amusement. Okay, so fear and anxiety are thrown in there as well. But it's all about trying to keep her safe. You know, we're stodgy old farts who are set in our ways and it took this tiny creature to snap us out of laziness and ennui. We are constantly being challenged by her.

For example, Andy had a busy week of travel and all he wanted was to sit down to relax and watch TV. Unbeknownst to him, Boo! was curled up in his chair. Before he could squish her, I screamed and he caught himself just in time. She just looked up and blinked, "What?" Of course he had to watch the movie with a heating pad on his back since he kind of wrenched it contorting his body in an effort to not sit on the baby cat.

Then, while we were watching a movie, she decided to walk back and forth across the mantelpiece under the TV; while periodically standing up to get a closer look at the things moving on the screen. She then positioned herself on the highest perch she could reach which just so happens to house the DVR and the other gizmo for watching Amazon and Netflix.  She curled up on top of that thing and looked like a statue of a cat.

Despite all the ways she can drive everybody crazy, she is beloved. Rooney adores her and I caught her snuggling up to Old Sourpuss Eli last night. Nobody wants to admit it, but she was just what we all needed.