While I was fighting for control of my workout mat this morning to do yoga (yeah, how relaxing is that, battling evil kitty strikes?), I was thinking about when Ichabod was a little kitten, and how odd his learning process always has been.
There was one point when he was really little (maybe six months?) and I was getting something out of the dresser. He was sitting on the bed and I had my back to him. For some reason, he thought it would be a great idea to launch himself from the bed at my ass, all four sets of claws out. I was wearing a skirt that day, and the yell I let out probably not only scared him, but our tenant at that time too – when you are not expecting a cat-attack to the ass, it is a startling thing. Come to think of it, I never expected that until just that moment.
All sorts of fun visits and visitors coming up – really looking forward to it!