Day Two Hundred Seventy Three



Who Needs Exercise When You Have Cats?

I've said this many times, but it bears repeating. I count to six all day long. Don't need to count to two (they're huge and always snoring on the couch) or one cause she's in a cage. But the six cats can (and are) any and everywhere. Boo! has added a whole new dimension to this Rain Man thing I have going with my obsession to know all six are accounted for.

It's pretty easy to count to four. Fancy and the Rags are easy to spot. Dash has mellowed quite a bit and he's somewhat predictable. Although, I did just have an "ahhh" moment when I went looking for him and found him cuddled up with Chance in a chair on the pool deck. Wish I had taken my camera... Anyway, Miss Boo! is the one. I have such a hard time getting to six with her in the mix.

one, two , three

one, two, three, four

one

one

one, two, three (maybe four)

one, two, three

I saw a video of a rescued squirrel doing his squirrely gyrations indoors, and it occurred to me perhaps Boo!'s mom had a rendezvous with a neighborhood squirrel prior to meeting up with the alleged Aby Daddy. This would offer some explanation as to what on Earth is up with this tiny creature. It is beyond my capabilities to keep track of her.



 

Notice any similarities?

Now, all I have to compare her to is Dash, but she is nothing like him. He was an active and curious kitten but did not have half the energy or "creative ideas" this one possesses. It is all I can do to keep her alive every day.

For example, when one enters a room - any room - there's a sure bet Boo! will zoom ahead of you. I can't even call what she does "running" or even "flying." She is more like a gust of wind that you can't see. You won't necessarily know she's somewhere, which can lead to some heart stopping moments. Like the time she ran ahead of me into the garage as the door was lowering. I about died that day.

Then there's the fascination with anything off limits like the laundry room (I don't want her accidentally getting a spin dry) or the garage (for obvious reasons) or the middle bedroom (if you could see this room and its contents you would know why she wants in there and why I don't.)

I try to find a solution to all the banana peels challenges she tosses my way. I went out yesterday and bought a new recycle bin for the kitchen so we don't have to open the garage door as often. I have strategically placed Sss-cat cans around in danger zones. I just decided to let go of the fear of her getting shut in the pantry because she can't really get hurt in there. But the clothes dryer and the refrigerator still pose a problem as yet to be solved. 

But every solution somehow manages to turn into yet another issue for us. The new recycles bin has a flip top that opens when pressed. Guess who figured that out and now loves to jump on it then spring off to see and hear the thing pop open? I've had to get used to a whole new WTH? sound. The Sss-cat hiss doesn't discriminate either. I have about had my heart stop numerous times when I've walked in front of it - like every time I went near the Christmas tree, go out to the garage, walk up to the counter, etc......

One positive thing, however, is that I am getting lots of exercise. No, I haven't joined the Y or gone to Yoga. I am doing lunges (to grab her before she enters the dark recesses of a closet), squatting (to see if she's under the bed or dresser or refrigerator), running (to catch her before she gets out), stretching (to rescue her from a too high place) and getting in lots of cardio as I go through each day wondering what Boo! will come up with next.