27 Jul The Kitten Chronicles: Putting Away Her Toys
I didn’t realize how many toys I had left around for our kitten, Baby. Feathers were obvious, but who knew that a tube of lip gloss, a little white sport sock or a pipe cleaner would be so fascinating? The moment Baby attacked my sock, I knew I could no longer leave them lying around. Shya and I tend to pull off our shoes and socks and prop our feet up on the coffee table when sitting on the couch to watch TV. It was something that had been unremarkable until Baby pounced. They were an old pair, nothing too precious, so we enjoyed the show she put on, television forgotten. I thought that donating one pair of socks to her would be enough. So, the following night, I stuffed the grey socks I had been wearing deep inside my shoes. But when I found a grey sock donation in bed with me the next morning, I realized Baby had been hard at work excavating that grey “mouse” out of its hole and leaving it for me as a prize. So now the only “mice” she has available are the two original white ones.
There are so many toys hiding in plain sight. I discovered she loves my pens and reading glasses are her delight. So, my pens go in the pen holder, glasses in their case. Errant bits of paper in the trash and clothing put away.
I do have one horizontal surface in my bedroom that I have been using as a catch-all – a massage table pushed up against a wall. In the early days, when Baby tried to jump on it, its slippery surface repelled her. But recently I stood near the table a tad too long and she easily jumped up to be with me, discovering a treasure trove of things to play with.
Life is so much easier when I put away her toys.For the first two posts in The Kitten Chronicles series, see “Intuition” and “Offending Myself – A Lesson in Relating“.