Thursday, September 30, 2004
Sasha has spent a lot of time recently on this radiator, making tiny sounds of yearning directed at the black stuffed puppydog on the bookshelf. (It's the large black blob in the photo.) The puppy is on the shelf to prevent Sasha's dragging it around by its fuzzy shearling ear. We give the cats lots of furry toys for their hunting games, but the pup is an order of magnitude larger than the largest of those. The bookshelf in question is overflowing with sheet music, architecture books and magazines, some random clutter... and one very attractive shearling puppy. I did not think that there was enough space on the shelves for a 13-lb. cat, nor did I think that Sasha (the clumsiest of our fur family) could make that leap.
I was wrong.
Despite some tugging on its ear, Sasha was unable to get the puppy off the shelf. Perhaps he didn't realize that he was standing on its tail.
<- Done now