Living with a kitten is like watching the Olympics 24/7. Here’s a slice of this experience from the time I woke up until the time I left for work…the athlete in question is our own Gepetto:
Woken up from his (short) night time nap, he races down the stairs, leaping to the windowsill, jumping over books and coats left in his path: Hurdles
Spotting a balled up sock, he attacks it with great gusto, rolling across the floor and pinning said sock down not once or twice, but many times: Wrestling
Noticing a stray shoe sitting at the edge of the stairs, he’s off, riding it to the very bottom: Luge
Spying a foot, ready for its boot, it’s time to attack, attack, attack: Boxing
Catching sight of a red and yellow cup sitting quietly on the kitchen counter, he leaps over a chair to land right next to it: High Jump
Next, for reasons known only to him, it’s on to the granite island to skate and pirouette across its surface: Figure Skating/Ice Dancing
Then it’s into the sink, unbeknownst to him now filled with soapy water…Swimming???
Unfortunately, I couldn’t wait for the next event… it was off to work for me.