Five years ago, we adopted two cats, George and Gracie. George did not click with me in the shelter, but my husband and children were in love with him, and he got along with the very timid, feral cat I would not leave at the shelter. (I even got into a "discussion" with the shelter director over taking her into a house with 2 small children, but I prevailed) I gave in and George and Gracie (her name was Carolyn in the shelter, totally in appropriate for her) In that time, Gracie has adapted, slowly, into a house cat. George was a house cat prior to going to the shelter, so he transitioned well, and yes, I have come to love the silly beast.
Poor George, he is, well, a bit dim. It's a good thing he was and always will be a house cat. He wouldn't last a day out on his own, but he provides hours of entertainment. For example, on windy fall days, you can hear scrambling and banging in the kitchen. That would be George trying to catch the leaves that are blowing across the deck....and smashing his head into the slider glass door, again and again. On rainy days, it's a more frantic scrambling as he tries to catch the raindrops as they run down the slider, and then, once they go out of sight at the bottom of the slider, he tries to dig them out and find out where they went. He will spend hours excavating the kitchen floor for elusive rain drops. Gracie will sit next to him and just stare. She has a very expressive face. She will turn and look at the rest of us, as if to say....Can you believe this? He's an embarrassment to felines everywhere!
Our first floor is a circle...you can go from the living room, into a short hall, into the kitchen, into the dining room and into the living room. We have a stair cast right inside the living room from the dining room. Gracie likes to lay on the maple floor, it's her "spot". George decided to jump off the couch, tear through the living room, hall, kitchen and dining room and jump on her. She knocked him off, he ran around and did it again. However, this time, Gracie took 3 steps and sat on the bottom stair, looking at the dining room door. Here comes George, launching himself in the air. He landed on bare floor. He was dumbfounded. He stared at the floor, lifting each foot as high as he could, then spun around, looking all over for Gracie. I'm on the couch, watching this, and yes, cracking up. George's tail kept swishing in Gracie's face. Gracie looked over with an expression that said, I CANNOT believe this nitwit. She, very calmly, chomped on the end of his tail. I swear George jumped so high he almost hit the ceiling, but I know he's not that athletic. He landed, spun around and looked at her, like, WHOA, where did you come from.
The other day, I heard a weird noise and investigated. George was trying to carry a bag of marbles around in the living room, but they were too heavy and he kept dropping them.
I guess I was right. George has lost his marbles. Sadly, he wasn't having much luck retrieving them. Luckily for him, he has a forever home in our house where IQ tests are not necessary.
LOL LOVE IT!
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