Comfort Killer Kitty

I don't have a picture for this post since it was an event I could not capture. I was stalked and attacked by my "sweet" cat tonight while watching American Idol. I was happily enjoying Tim Urban's performance when all of a sudden I felt this sharp,stabbing pain on my elbow. I looked down and there was Kiwi's paw barely hanging on to my skin with 2 very sharp claws! I yelled and looked down the space between the couch and side table to see a smug looking cat face staring back at me (almost like the one he gave after his bath below). I squirted him with water all the way up the stairs to only be attacked the same way 5 minutes later. I guess I will have to keep my elbow on the inside of the couch from now on....goodbye comfort.

Kiwi's 1st Bath

So this is the look I get after giving Kiwi his first bath. All in all it went pretty well, he screamed a little bit and fought alot but we got it done. My boyfriend didn't quite know what he was doing since it was his first time giving a cat a bath but he wasn't too bad of a helper. He didn't understand that time was of the essence when bathing a cat, you gotta be fast. Kiwi lost alot of hair during his bath, I don't know if it was due to stress or just hair that I haven't brushed out. I was kind of proud of Kiwi today, he did fight pretty good to get out of the tub but never tried biting or clawing at me. He did run straight for his food bowl after I toweled dried him, maybe he thought he deserved a treat, I dunno?

So...it has been a while. Kiwi has been keeping me busy. He has a new bad habit of pushing his ceramic bowl off of the cart he is fed on...therefore breaking 2 of them. I guess I will have to switch to plastic. He also has stolen 2 granola bars from me and made me chase him around the house for my midday snack. I had gotten all of my Valentines Day baking ingredients and seperated into baggies and left them on the table unsupervised. Mistake, I know. I came down to 1 flour bag in the livingroom busted and spred all over the floor. He also decided to take every bag out of the baking pan and place onto the table itself and rip into each one for a taste. This included brown sugar, regular sugar, 2 bags of flour, and chocolate chips. He also decided to knock over a tub with junk I was going to throw out the next day. It had random junk in it including stray fish tank gravel (the blue specks), a remote, a princess crown, etc. The picture is of his mess and his expression as I was cussing him while cleaning up his mess. I hate waking up to him in the mornings....