Topic: The Zelda Diaries
2:12pm Saturday 7Oct06
Zelda has become quite independent. She comes to bed with me and lulls me into the false belief that she's going to stay cuz' I'm such a great mommy surrogate. Then I wake up and she has found a new place to sleep, up on top of my half book case. I've since put a towel up there for her to sleep on. Heck, if Quincy and Picasso have baskets the least I can do is slip a towel up there for the Zelda roonie.
She still runs to her bin in the bathroom when she gets scared of something such as the weapon.
Of course I can no longer wear shorts in the apartment because she attacks my socks while their on my feet. And she has attempted too many times to count to climb my legs. She's got some seriously sharp nails. She loves to attack my pants too while their on my person. I've been telling her no and waving my finger. She bites my finger with kitty laughter. What to do to curb her from this habit that will only get worse as she gains some pounds? I don't believe in hitting.
Ah yes, I have a squirter bottle. I filled my lovely purple squirter bottle with water and the next time she attempted the CN Tower Shelley climb I gave her a good squirt in the face. She went running for the hills of the bathroom and took a time out. Let the training begin...
She's awfully interested in starting a friend ship with Picasso and Quincy. Picasso was too upset to stay during feeding time when the Zelda partook of the third plate. Quincy kept eating and gave a couple of menacing looks.
My neighbour across the hall bought Zelda the brat a piece of carpet to scratch. Since Zelda was scratching the carpet in her apartment when we went for a visit. Nye, if you're reading this, I can't remember what apartment you're in...
Picasso and Quincy have taken to the little piece of carpet as a place to sit and rest the weary bones. Zelda has attacked it a time or two.
She tried to jump me last night while I ate my last two slices of leftover pizza. I'm not used to having a cat that's interested in human food. With P and Q (hmm watch your P's and Q's) I could leave a plate of my food on the floor and they'd never take a bite. Zelda is trying to climb up my arm whilst I eat.
She has now investigated the whole of this spacious, to her, apartment. What a fun playground this is compared to the bathroom, she thinks. What a fun playground indeed.
What fun life is with a little kitty!
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