cat stories

Yes it's another cat story. Angel ( the new and mildly deranged kitten) has an interest in water. She gets most upset if she doesn't get to watch the toilet being flushed. She loves teeth cleaning time. Worst of all she insists upon having a shower with me. She likes to walk around in the shower while I'm in there. The problem is she doesn't like it if I close the shower door behind her. I on the other hand dislike being clawed to death so I tend to leave the shower door open for her. Yesterday I was showering and it was fairly cold so I closed the shower door and left her out of my shower. Angel sat on the other side of the glass door and screamed at me. When I wouldn't let her in she felt she needed to express her anger in more urgent tones, so she started throwing herself at the glass door. I have never seen anything quite as funny as this kitten throwing itself at head height at the door. No run up. One minute on the floor, next thing I see the cats belly slamming against the glass all four legs out. Wham. Over and over. I finish my shower but the cat is still having a sulk. I get dressed and as I'm walking down the hallway she is a couple of feet ahead of me, throwing herself at the wall every couple of feet. That'll teach that wall a lesson. She was probably still holding a grudge against it because it wouldn't do anything for her while she was on heat.
Tonight I decided it was time for a nice roast pork. Yummy. I put the pork in the baking tray, Angel mistook the baking tray for her dinner bowl. I had to prepare the roast with her under one arm. I tried putting her down on the floor but the boomerang cat was back up trying to get a lick of the roast faster than I could stand back up. I was pulling her off the bench, little paws flailing, tongue out, desperately trying to get the roast. So I conceded defeat and held her under one arm while I patted the skin dry with some paper towel, rubbed in some oil and sprinkled a little salt. None of this was made easier by the little thing squirming under my arm. Now I needed two hands to get the baking tray into the oven, so I popped her down and quickly picked up the tray and turned to get it into the oven. I turn back and Angel has found the paper towel I was patting the pork dry with and is running around the kitchen with it on her head. Just stop and get the picture in your mind. Yep you have to laugh or you would need to shoot it.