What are you going to do? I thought cats were finished the "terrible twosomes" at five months.

Apparently not.

Tippy has found the Kleenex box. He has found out you can pull them out with your teeth and claws.

Result: Chewed up Kleenex everywhere in the morning. He has discovered that there is more than one of these gems of paper in this house.

A self-perpetrating toy, as evidenced by the same thing in the living room, as in the bedroom. Gnarled up Kleenex everywhere. Beats broken lamps, I guess.

I just hope he does not discover the toilet roll, like Velvet. What a disaster that was.

Now Bella crawls into the shelves where I keep my ornamental nicknacks, some antique glass.

I yell at her to get out, but Bella just meows *what!?*. On her own terms and times, she leaves, each time miraculously, not disturbing a single delicate thing.

With her, it is just a game.

Terrible Two Twosome.

They are having a great time!

Hell, so am I!

Copyright © Bill Mason
January 15, 2003