"Rabbits is soooooo stupid." And so are kittens.
After all, what else do you conclude about a creature who leans near an open flame, takes a long sniff at the candle, and burns the whiskers off one side of her face?
Part 1: A woman who is mean to kittens
One night, IrishTenor and I were hanging out in his apartment with one of the neighbors. The neighbor was laughing at the cats, and I made a comment with the general connotation that Thundercat isn't by any means a feline prodigy. The neighbor laughed harder. IrishTenor said nothing, until the neighbor left.
"Why did you tell Chris the kitten was stupid? She's not stupid! She's just little. She's sweet and gentle and would never call you stupid! She could transport herself to the litterbox when she was only six weeks old! Could you get yourself to the bathroom when you were six weeks old?" And finally, "I just don't know how I feel about a woman who is mean to kittens!"
Part 2: Vindication
IrishTenor and I have just moved into our first apartment together. One evening, I was sitting on our bed reading a book when I noticed that the rug in the bathroom was all messed up. Assuming Thundercat was the culprit, I got up, straightened the rug, and went back to my book.
Two minutes later, I heard a scratching noise and noticed that the rug was again rumpled. I got up again and straightened it, looking around for the kitten. When I didn't see her, I shrugged and returned to reading.
Again, I heard the scratching noise and saw the rug in disarray. No kitten in sight. I was beginning to think that either our new apartment was haunted, or Thundercat had suddenly grown a brain and was hiding - the more plausible option being anybody's guess. I went into the bathroom to straighten the rug, and that was when Thundercat stuck her paw out from underneath the bathroom cabinet. There was a tiny opening leading into the space below the cabinet, and Thundercat had crawled into it and was now struggling to get out.
I reached in and touched fur. I tried to pull her out, but the opening was too small. So I called IrishTenor. I explained what had happened and that I couldn't seem to get Thundercat out from under the cabinet.
IrishTenor's only question upon hearing of Thundercat's predicament was, "Why is she so stupid?"
Part 1: A woman who is mean to kittens
One night, IrishTenor and I were hanging out in his apartment with one of the neighbors. The neighbor was laughing at the cats, and I made a comment with the general connotation that Thundercat isn't by any means a feline prodigy. The neighbor laughed harder. IrishTenor said nothing, until the neighbor left.
"Why did you tell Chris the kitten was stupid? She's not stupid! She's just little. She's sweet and gentle and would never call you stupid! She could transport herself to the litterbox when she was only six weeks old! Could you get yourself to the bathroom when you were six weeks old?" And finally, "I just don't know how I feel about a woman who is mean to kittens!"
Part 2: Vindication
IrishTenor and I have just moved into our first apartment together. One evening, I was sitting on our bed reading a book when I noticed that the rug in the bathroom was all messed up. Assuming Thundercat was the culprit, I got up, straightened the rug, and went back to my book.
Two minutes later, I heard a scratching noise and noticed that the rug was again rumpled. I got up again and straightened it, looking around for the kitten. When I didn't see her, I shrugged and returned to reading.
Again, I heard the scratching noise and saw the rug in disarray. No kitten in sight. I was beginning to think that either our new apartment was haunted, or Thundercat had suddenly grown a brain and was hiding - the more plausible option being anybody's guess. I went into the bathroom to straighten the rug, and that was when Thundercat stuck her paw out from underneath the bathroom cabinet. There was a tiny opening leading into the space below the cabinet, and Thundercat had crawled into it and was now struggling to get out.
I reached in and touched fur. I tried to pull her out, but the opening was too small. So I called IrishTenor. I explained what had happened and that I couldn't seem to get Thundercat out from under the cabinet.
IrishTenor's only question upon hearing of Thundercat's predicament was, "Why is she so stupid?"
Is she still there?
Posted by
Monalicious |
8:55 PM, May 22, 2007
No, although I feared at the time we'd be tearing apart the cabinet to get her out. I finally put her food bowl down where she could smell it, figuring that if she could get out on her own, that would be motivation enough. It was.
Posted by
SouthernCanadian |
7:55 AM, May 23, 2007
Awww...what a sweetie. I love that IrishTenor is so protective of Thundercat. How sweet is that?
And, BTW, I'd NEVER make fun of kittens...;P
Posted by
Spirophita |
2:29 PM, August 14, 2007