I wish I had a digital camera, or at least a scanner, so I could subject you all to the fuzzy cuteness that is my cat Smudge. Smudge is growing up to be quite the handsome little man. He's lost that bed-head, hair sticking up in all directions look. He actually has the softest, silkiest coat that I've ever felt. He's softer than Freesia, but shhhhhh, don't tell her. And he's gotten bigger. Yay. He's still smaller than Freesia, but he's no longer skin and bones like he was for so long. He's actually starting to get that pudge in his middle. I'm beginning to think he may just be a tiny cat.
Like most cats, Smudge's crazy time is usually in the evenings, shortly after I come home from work. He'll run around like his tail is on fire, leaping and jumping on every surface he can find. I like to think that he's just so excited to see me after I've been at work all day, running around like crazy is the best way for him to show his love for me.
This morning however, we were graced with an episode of the Morning Crazies. Oh my good lord, I don't know what got into him. He was leaping onto the kitchen table, almost sliding off as he turned to run off the otherside. He went running into the kitchen, slammed on the breaks, smelled the mornings cat fud in the dish, and then raced out of the kitchen back to the kitchen chairs.
In an effort to save my furniture, I did the only thing I could do - I got out Spot (also known as the laser pointer). Smudge LOVES Spot. He knows the sound it makes coming out of the drawer and he gets ready by crouching down low. So I raced him up and down the length of the living room for awhile. Let him chatter and stalk it for awhile.
Now he's lying down by the sliding glass doors, his sides heaving quickly with each breath. Good. I think I tired him out. At least for another half hour or so. :)