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Robin and the tail of doom
Oct. 30th, 2006 05:08 pmIt's no secret that Robin, my lovely tuxedo cat, is not the brightest cat in the world. He's known to climb door moldings, tap dance on the tops of doors, tight rope walk the shower curtain rod, and steal small stuffed animals. All in all, these don't sound like stupid things, but when you look into the eyes of this little love, 9 times out of 10, you see test patterns.
Once in awhile he will stop and give E or I a meaningful look, making me wonder if there is more that two brain cells floating around in that vast space between his ears, and then he races off to chase what only kitties hear and see.
But this isn't the point, just an introduction. Robin has an enemy. No, it's not our other cat, "Father" Murphy. It is his tail.
I should have realized that anything below knee level was about to get run over when I heard him utter a fairly frantic "Mrrowraaah" from the other room. Maybe some blessed muse or other ethereal thing decided to save my cup of chai from certain doom and urged me to put in on the entertainment center. I sat down and down the hall streaks a flash of black and white fur. He flails about the living room and then in an acrobatic leap that only a cat that's possessed can do, he leaps on his own tail. Tail then whips out of his grasp and he makes an angry noise at it. He swipes at it with a dainty pink toed paw and once again captures it and proceeds to bite it and then frantically wash it. It once again moves away from him and he begins a series of mad dashes trying to catch it, somersaults with no grace what so ever, and falls back upon it biting it and washing it. His tail flips angrily out of his grasp and he makes another mad dash down the hall.
All I can think is his tail insulted him. Or perhaps Robin blames his rare kitty farts on the long furry snake like creature that protrudes out of his behind. It couldn't be him that made such a horrible smell, so it must be this horrible strangers fault and it must be chastised and cleaned immediately. And so it begins again, another late afternoon at the kitty ballet.
Once in awhile he will stop and give E or I a meaningful look, making me wonder if there is more that two brain cells floating around in that vast space between his ears, and then he races off to chase what only kitties hear and see.
But this isn't the point, just an introduction. Robin has an enemy. No, it's not our other cat, "Father" Murphy. It is his tail.
I should have realized that anything below knee level was about to get run over when I heard him utter a fairly frantic "Mrrowraaah" from the other room. Maybe some blessed muse or other ethereal thing decided to save my cup of chai from certain doom and urged me to put in on the entertainment center. I sat down and down the hall streaks a flash of black and white fur. He flails about the living room and then in an acrobatic leap that only a cat that's possessed can do, he leaps on his own tail. Tail then whips out of his grasp and he makes an angry noise at it. He swipes at it with a dainty pink toed paw and once again captures it and proceeds to bite it and then frantically wash it. It once again moves away from him and he begins a series of mad dashes trying to catch it, somersaults with no grace what so ever, and falls back upon it biting it and washing it. His tail flips angrily out of his grasp and he makes another mad dash down the hall.
All I can think is his tail insulted him. Or perhaps Robin blames his rare kitty farts on the long furry snake like creature that protrudes out of his behind. It couldn't be him that made such a horrible smell, so it must be this horrible strangers fault and it must be chastised and cleaned immediately. And so it begins again, another late afternoon at the kitty ballet.
