Dylan has two new kitty games that he adores. I'm assuming both have exclamation points on the end, because he is very excited to play them when he can.
The first is called "Dive!" He starts on the headboard of the bed and looks at which human is sleeping on their back. He gauges the distance, wiggles his bottom, dives, and lands with all four kitty feet prettily placed on someone's stomach. He then sticks his face in yours and meows "Good morning! Wasn't that fun?" (a rough translation). As he only plays this when I'm asleep, I don't like this game. He's surprising dense for his size and then you factor in momentum and whatnot and I worry about internal organ bruising.
His second new game is called "Climb!!" I hate this game very much. As I live in a wee garage (called the Hobbit Hole), there is a hanging tapestry to define the "bedroom" from the first room you enter. The tapestry is held up with a multitude of little push-pins and Dylan has taken to climbing the tapestry. Again he is surprising dense for his size and push-pins weren't designed to hold up the weight of a mountaineering kitty. With this game I wake up to push-pins raining down on my sleeping form. I will also wake up to a kitty slipping down and landing on my head, or a kitty bringing down books, piles of mail, a pen cup as he falls/descends from his lofty heights.
With these two games, I've lately been sleeping much more lightly than usual. There is something unrestful about the idea of a push-pin falling into your eye right before a kitty hurls himself at either your head or stomach.
An Erinku:
cup I cracked
when washing
I'm sorry
good-bye
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