It’s amazing how much havoc a little kitten can wreak when left to her own devices. Some days, I survey the devastation and think of Ron Burgundy in Anchorman talking to his dog: "You ate a whole wheel of cheese? How’d you do that? Actually, I’m not even mad. That’s amazing."
Xena’s primary targets are in the bathroom. Her latest trick: tackling the free-standing toilet paper dispenser to the ground, then mauling the roll of TP. She’s been known to pierce the roll almost to the cardboard core. Considering how small her teeth and claws are, I’m not even sure how she does it.
This morning she ended up in trouble when she jumped onto the bathroom counter for the umpteenth time and spilled about $5 worth of Bare Escentuals loose eye shadow into the sink. It’s partly my own fault – I’ve been letting her jump up on the counter and lie in the sink while I’m getting ready because it’s cute. I knew the risks, but didn’t pay them enough heed.
Every day, Xena’s "I’m going to wrap myself around your arms and gnaw on your tender flesh" phase gets longer and longer. I am really looking forward to the day that she grows out of it.
At the same time, Velcro is looking forward to the day when her tail is no longer the best! kitteh! toy! evar! Poor Velcro, every day is filled with annoyance and aggravation for her. No amount of hissing, growing or pummeling deters Xena from wanting to jump on her and play, play, play!
Fortunately for Xena, she’s darned adorable. When she’s not being crazy, she loves to be picked up and snorgled. She targeted my husband for extra special cuddling duty, which won him over pretty much immediately.
I can see from her rapidly-lengthening tail and sizeable feet that she’ll be a turning into a cat before I know it. In the meantime, I guess I’ll learn to deal with a few tooth holes in some of my more vulnerable possessions.
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