Trygvi poses with his five-day-old indestructible kevlar dog bed.
Ain’t he cute?
I’ve been doing the early part of the holiday baking: fruitcake, so it can steep in brandy as long as possible. (Yes, I should have done this in November. Much like blogging, it didn’t happen.) The second batch had a loaf and three small stars in silicone pans. Trygvi is a known fruitcake thief*, so I was keeping an eye on him while they cooled.
Nick put the dog out on the run, so I got up to use the bathroom. Nick let him in as I was washing my hands, so there was maybe thirty seconds between the time the dog entered the house and I entered the kitchen to put away the fruitcake.
One loaf, two stars. Two stars?
TWO STARS.
TRYGVI!!
He was wedged all the way into the back corner of his crate with a nearly-empty small silicone pan. There was much yelling.
* Last year about this time, I asked Nick to put away the cooled fruitcakes so I could go to bed. He fell asleep instead, and I got up the next morning to find Trygvi uncrated, in the middle of the living room, surrounded by every hotpad we owned and the shreds of my fourth silicone star pan. The very clean shreds.
And then there’s the velocikittenraptors, who are both over eight pounds. They look so sweet!
It’s fun to soak your toys in the water bowl, then play with them.
The roll of toilet paper is a toy.
You see where this is going… at least they didn’t leave that one in the bed.
I’ve made it impossible to steal the toilet paper, so they’ve moved on to socks. Clean, dirty, they don’t care. They all go in the water bowl.
They’ve developed the feline artificial gravity field: it’s impossible to move if both of them are sitting on you, and dislodging even one is a serious struggle. Assuming of course you can overcome the emotional hurdle of moving such a relaxed creature.
2 responses to “Further Tales from the Rumpus Room”
Thanks for the laugh. They look so sweet… You guys are outnumbered..
Kitties in focus!
Invincible Trygvi triumphs over the dog bed.
Recently one of Beatrice’s toys ended up in the water bowl, but that was an accident. Usually they just get lost. She fortunately does not view toilet paper–or even string–as a toy.
She also shows no lap-kitty inclinations, which is sad, but also convenient in a way because I usually don’t have to worry much about succumbing to artificial gravity fields or sleep-inducing fields.