For those of you who don't know, Sophie is my almost-four-month-old kitten. She's the most adorable kitten I've ever seen--she has beautiful gray and light orange fur that looks like tie dye across her face and body. She is a big mama's girl and literally follows me around everywhere in our tiny little studio apartment. No, really...she actually follows me everywhere. When I sit on the couch, she snuggles up next to me. When I'm washing the dishes, she sits next to the sink and drinks water from the stream (but refuses to ever drink from her black wrought iron water bowl). When I put my contacts in in the morning, she sits on the counter and swats at the case (every...single...morning). Creepiest of all, when I take a shower she sits on the little corner ledge and just stares. I know she's starting at the water because she'll occasionally jump in--only to scurry out once she realizes she's about to be drenched--but it's still kind of uncomfortable.
Beyond also having more energy than Reese Witherspoon in Legally Blonde, she's also the most mischievous animal I have ever owned.
For example, she mysteriously hides random items in our studio apartment--yes, just one big room--and they disappear forever. Forever lost are her feather rod toy and my newest contact case. I've searched the place up and down, but they're nowhere to be found. I strongly believe she slides these items under my front door to the neighbors as exchange for cocaine that she hides in her litter box.
She has also learned to: turn off lamps, unplug my cell phone charger, let herself out of a closet when the door was shut closed, and claw her way up my entire body all the way to my shoulders in .05 seconds (this one is painful).
But I think she has struck her best move yet this evening. It started when I came home yesterday and noticed mysterious large pieces of foam scattered around the apartment. It's very strange when unknown materials surface their way into your home. I searched everything but didn't see anything she could've broken in to. Then, tonight, I heard this loud noise that sounded like she was playing in bubble wrap. I searched to find her, but she was a little ghost and invisible before she'd pop out of nowhere and attack my back as I'm crouched on the floor looking for her. I can just hear her thinking, "I'm smarter than you, you idiot!"
The noise resurfaced again about five minutes later. I heard it coming from my big couch, but looked under the couch and nothing was there. Except...oh, wait...there is something. You know that space under your couch where the springs are? It is covered by that ugly blackish fabric that looks like burlap. Well, when I look down and up, I see movement in the fabric. It's what you'd imagined if you laid under a trampoline and looked up while people were jumping on it.
The little trickster had ripped a small hole in the fabric, and was using the in between space (the length of the entire couch) as her personal secret playground/trampoline.
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| Exclusive shot of her private jungle...I felt sort of like paparazzi snapping this picture |
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| I'll have to fatten her up so she can't fit in the hole anymore |
How the crap does she figure this stuff out? Better question: how do I fix this hole with a fabric she won't just rip open again? I'm trying to think of a way to fix this so she can't pull out any more stuffing/foam from the coach and my place won't look like the freaking craft scrap exchange anymore.
I think she knows I'm blogging about her bad-girl ways because she's sitting all angelically next to my laptop. "What, Mom? You must be referring to some other kitty? Surely not me."
I'm just waiting for her next move. What'll it be? Jumping out the window? Hiding in the refrigerator? Learning to turn on the shower when I'm gone? While I wait, I'll go clean up the vomit I just discovered under my bed, i.e. Sophie's sick form of karma for complaining about her to the bloggersphere. Good thing she's cute.
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