by Sweetie, reporter of mischief and mayhem and tattletale.
Good morning, Friends.
Well, do I have a tale to tell! Yes, I do.
Grammy has been scratching her head lately. No, she doesn't have bugs. She's puzzled. She doesn't understand how after washing clothes and hanging them on the mobile rack to dry they end up with smatterings of fur on them.... and especially on the navy tees she wears as a volunteer at the hospital. As you know fur really shows on navy. Especially white or pale grey fur. Well, so does the black and brown but those whites and pale greys are very noticeable. Yes they are! Not only that but there's another puzzler. Grammy noticed the latch that secures the rack from collapsing has been bent close to breaking point. How can this be?
Well, the other evening the old dear was stretched out on the sofa resting her aching self watching television when she heard a scrambling sound. She looked around. Nothing! Then she looked up! There about 3 feet above eye level was MOUSIE, our timid wee Mousie had climbed to the top of the drying rack. She was balanced on the rods like a monkey on a branch. Where? Right in the middle of Grammy's navy tee. Yes, can you believe it? Can you? Let me tell you, you can. I've seen her do this a couple of times. *giggles* What a little monkey! Yes, Mousie is the Monkey!
Well, Grammy shouldn't be surprised because she's caught Mousie in various places she has no business being.... like on the window ledges when the windows are opened wide and at the top of the screen of the balcony door. What's she doing up there, you ask? I'll tell you! Chasing flit-flies, no less. You know... those little beasties that are attracted to light on a summer's eve. I tried that once and tore a couple of holes in the screening. Grammy was not amused but we all were delighted. Now those wee beasties could get inside and we could ALL chase them around the condo. Such fun!
Of course, the other reason Grammy was not amused by my antics was this. I'm not a feather-weight like our wee Mousie. She leaps straight up, grips with her needle-like claws to the mesh and hones in on the little flittery beasts in hopes one day she'll catch them. I imagine if she had a prehensile tail she'd be swinging from the blinds in attempts to attain her target beasties - aka - protein 1 milicalorie at a time. But Grammy put an end to that fun game after she caught me. I guess I'm too heavy for the screening. She had to dispose of the beasties and then mend the screen. She can be such a spoil sport. But then, I guess we understand. Don't like it, but do get it. It was a brand new screen installed only days before. Ooops!
Mousie thinks nothing of racing to the top of the kitty condo and perching there like Snoopy in vulture mode. Now, I must say I can climb too. I love the kitty condo for that but even better is (and don't tell Grammy how I do it) to race across the livingroom floor, leap to the back of the arm chair then springboard to the top of the book case. I loved to hide in Grammy's knitting basket and scare her. She'd search for me everywhere and think somehow I had gotten out and then panic and hyperventilate. Oh, it was so much fun to watch her. *giggles* But there I'd be crouched above her eye level on the bookcase hidden in plain sight. If only she'd look up she'd see my ears peeking over the edge of the basket. Such a fun game that was.
You might ask why is the knitting basket kept up there! Why, of course, to keep us from destroying it. *giggles*
Grammy quickly put an end to that unfortunately. The spoilsport bought plastic bins, filled them with her stash of yarns and claimed the space between bookcases and ceiling with those self-same bins. Party-Pooper, Grammy!
Well, I guess we'll have to put our heads together and find new mischief for tormenting Grammy. Never a dull moment around Mischief and Mayhem Central. Oh no! I guess that means both Mousie AND I are the monkeys. Oops! Open mouth change paws.
Five Cats, Five Personalities, One Goal - Mischief & Mayhem.