I was worshipping at the bowl when Frank came into the bathroom. He stalked around sniffing, obviously looking for trouble. Jumped up on the sink and started knocking things off the side of the sink into the sink, completely ignoring my exclamations of "Don't do that! Why do you have to knock each and every thing down? What good will that do you?"

Then I saw his eyes widen with joy - Oooh what is this? I thought he had found a Q-tip, because he loves those. He pushed the thing out of the sink so that it fell on the floor. I got a good look at it, and it was a strip of hard plastic off the top of a (toothpaste?) tube. You know, one of those strips that you have to pull off to open the tube.

Frank jumped down after it and a wild game of chase the strip commenced. He was completely engrossed in chasing that strip, it runs behind the litterbox, Frank pokes wildly behind the litterbox, Frank picks it up in his mouth but that pesky strip escapes and has to be pounced on from on high, it runs behind the sink, Frank pokes wildly behind the sink.

Nikki comes in to see what all the commotion is. She meatloafs for a while, watching Frank chase the strip. Then she walks out, shaking her head.

It is lovely to see such a mature gentleman acting like a baby!

PS: He just brought the strip out of the bathroom to chase it all over the apartment. I think it escaped under a rug.

Copyright © Marina Kurten
November 8, 2001