Okay, not really a full year, but Eight Months of the Cat doesn’t have the same ring to it.
On May 27th of this year, Charlie our always curious cat, turned one. Evidently, he decided to celebrate this day with a Celebration of his own making.
Celebration One ~ Flying
He didn’t exactly “fly through the air with the greatest of ease,” but he did fly…kind of. His attempt at flight was achieved when, at 4:30 in the morning, he decided it would be a good idea to climb a wrought iron corner shelf in our downstairs bathroom. He realized the folly of this thought when said wrought iron corner shelf fell over vaulting Charlie out the door just ahead of the door slamming shut. If you’ve never seen a cat fly, think of the old adage “when pigs fly”, it’s similar I’m sure. Regardless, it was truly a sight to behold. For about 10 feet, Charlie Cat was truly and completely airborne.
When I ran over to make sure he was okay, he was calmly sitting on my footstool cleaning his paws like the whole thing was intentional. When I tried to open the bathroom door I realized that the shelf was wedged between the wall and the door and wouldn’t budge. Fortunately, that bathroom has two doors.
Flight completed and the landing nicely nailed, Charlie moved on.
Celebration Two ~ Climbing
Within a few minutes of his flight, Charlie decided it would be a good idea to boldly go where he’d never gone before. I heard a meowing. I ignored it for a little while until I looked around and didn’t know where it was coming from. I could hear him in the dining room, but didn’t see him until I looked up. And there he was on top of the buffet. I have no idea how he got up there, but it was very apparent that he had no idea how to get down. Barely reaching him while standing tiptoe on a chair, I managed to bring him back down to earth, where he walked off with a swish of his tail and no word of “thanks” to me at all.
Celebration Three ~ Cabinets
This time I knew how he got up there, which forged the idea in my mind that he could get himself down. No such luck. He walked to the opposite end and seemed perplexed. Should he jump to the fridge or attempt to jump down to the counter below? The fridge is home to bags of potato chips, three different sized woks, a very large stainless steel bowl, and a flashlight. Not a lot of room for a landing. The counter below only sticks out a few inches past the cabinet. Not much room for a landing there either and so, he sat atop the cabinet and cried. He was pathetic. So once again, I got a chair and did my tiptoed rescue. At this point, I admonished Charlie and told him that he was not allowed to visit any more high places…I am pleased to say that he listened! For the remainder of the day, Charlie’s paws were firmly planted on the ground. But, little did I know, he was saving the best for last.
One Year Birthday Celebration ~ The Finale
Like most people, Cliff and I have a nighttime routine, which fortunately for both of us, includes nightly showers. We have an open shower and Charlie loves to sit on the ledge…and stare. It’s kind of creepy.
I have always been told that cats don’t like water. That’s what I’ve been told, but nobody told Charlie. So for his Grand Birthday Finale, when I was done showering and the shower area was still extremely wet, Charlie for the very first time decided to try to turn the water on for himself. I don’t know why. Does he want to clean himself before going to sleep? Does he just want a quick cool down? Does he just want to see if he can turn the handle all by himself?
The world may never know and probably doesn’t care. Because in the light of all eternity, it’s really not that big a deal!