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Happy Birthday

to

scrollgirl!

He's...

Popeye, the Sailor Man, Cuckoo, the Kitty Cat.

After being informed (again) that he is not to play with electrical plugs in wall sockets, Sirius is unhappy with the world. He is working off his frustrations by tearing around and around the house at lightning speed. A moment ago, he attempted and failed to jump to the top of one of the wooden bookcases. Bam, scritchity, plop. So now he's more frustrated and skittish than before...

I just gave him a toy. He didn't want to play, but it settled him down a bit.

It sure seems like Sirius been working on his Junior Jaguars Naughty Kitty Merit Badge lately. He was playing around me in bed, tugging at the covers, a night or so ago and managed to stab me pretty good in the calf. I'm sure my shouts of "go away, Kitty" as I went for the band-aids, didn't help his sense of calm and equanimity. But he's gotta learn.