My little kitten is growing up. Last night he proved that he’s big enough to jump up to the kitchen counters. I knew this day was coming. The other day he almost made it to my dresser—he would’ve, too, if there hadn’t been crap all over it to stop him. Last night Carrie and I were making dinner and Colin was sitting there, meowing away, and decided that the stove was intriguing. So he sprang up to the stove. He would’ve gotten onto the stove except that I was standing right there and yelled, “NO!!!” Then, when I was in the kitchen making chocolate chip cookies I looked up and saw him on the counter ledge. I don’t know that he can quite make it from jumping up from the floor—he got up first by climbing the bookshelf, then by leaping from the kitchen table.
I guess the days of leaving food out on the counter are over.
Current song in my head:
“Trouble” by Pink