well, hello there. i’ll just make myself at home.
Feb 7th, 2009 by lissa
Oh, Trilby, my tiny nutjob. How I adore you even as you make me want to tear my hair out.
The photo I wish I had is the one of her hanging from the pantry door, howling at me. She’d climbed her kitty tower, leaped for the door, and clutched it for dear life (it has a cabinet style door, so it had a lip for her to grab onto). She looked for all the world like Wile E. Coyote hanging from the cliff.
But I had my hands full of guitar at the time, not camera. So what do I do? Stumble towards the pantry, brandishing the guitar like a broom and screeching, GET DOWN GET DOWN NOW like a maniac.
Note: this is not really a nice thing to do with a guitar. I was well repentant and spent a good ten minutes carefully retuning it, then properly practicing my chords and scales.
After I plucked the kitten from the pantry door like an overripe, howling Siamese banana. Of course.
But I do not have that photo. I have this one. I was unloading the dishwasher, turned around with a plate in my hand, and here was Miss Thing, all up in the plates and bowls cabinet. I was so aggravated I nearly just put the plate I was holding down and walked out. Stark naked, by the way. So that would have gone over well with the neighbors.
I didn’t. Obviously. I simply got my phone and here you have the result. Miss Cool as a Cucumber, up amongst the crockery.
actually, she looks like she is saying, ~THIS is where i wanted to be in the first place, but YOU put that door in my way!~
wuvs ya!!