It’s been introspection central around here, so today I shall brighten your day or possibly terrify you with our cat.
Oh my, our cat.
Toby Toblerone (not #sponsored) Tobias aka… Señor: Our sunshine, our scourge.
We raised a pair of cats from 6 months to 15 years without ever experiencing any one–not to mention ALL– of the following:
Toby climbs screen door, hangs, shows off his tuxedo.
Toby jumps on counter, steals entire piece of pizza, leads family on pizza chase–full pizza slice dangling from crust in mouth, several times around open floor plan.
Toby rockets four feet straight up to attack wasp on other side of window. Follows wasp to other window. Times all afternoon.
Toby opens (cool) toaster oven, removes kosher pig in bougie blanket (beef hot dog wrapped in puff pastry), gives family hot dog chase. Hides. Abandons hot dog, eats puff pastry.
Toby plays Legos.
Toby plays pingpong! Toby posseses tremendous paw-eye coordination (video someday, I swear).
Toby plays fetch.
Toby plays hide in the pantry and chew plastic bags. See also hide under the bed/around corners and attack unsuspecting passersby.
Toby plays stick my claw in a seltzer water or juice box and watch the geyser.
Toby plays chew on Ann’s top knot for the ultimate messy bun.
Toby chews on blankets and fingers and even faucets. We aren’t supposed to let him chew on our fingers. Everyone lets him chew on their fingers.
Toby loves water–showers, baths. Toby loves “surprising” people using showers and baths.
Toby will sit on your lap while you play the xbox and get under the covers with you while you nap.
However, Toby isn’t exactly clear when play = pain. His brothers do not decidedly discourage him, because Toby is a talented wrestler.
Toby is not necessarily recommended for toddlers or anyone who gets down low, stares him in the eyes, or god forbid attempts yoga.
Toby might fly in your face. If you let him, Toby will also brighten your world (watch your eyes though).
p.s. Toby has a very nice room with a door that closes if you come to visit.
Toby is hilarious and I love him!
We have Special Agent Fox Mulder, AKA Stupid Cat. His parents were probably first cousins. He does a lot of this stuff, and then some fun others. Like bolt out the back door every chance he gets (he’s supposed to be an indoor cat) and tear around the back yard with the kids chasing him and then climb the back fence and disappear into the pasture on the other side, which is filled with cows. Cows who don’t like cats running at them. He’s going to get stampeded one of these day.
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