The other morning we came downstairs and one of the cat beds was moved. Normally it lives in the corner by the fireplace, but it was sitting in front of the tv. I asked Bob why he moved it, he said he thought I moved it. We laughed but didn’t think much of it. I put it back in the corner. It was moved again yesterday. I thought for sure Jack was moving it, but we had no proof. I put the bed back in the corner thinking maybe someone would move it while we were home.
It’s cold today, so we put the fire on. I was sitting on the floor by the fire, petting everyone. Then it happened….Pippi decided to move the bed. She’s the LAST cat I would have suspected. She grabs it in her mouth and pulls it. She has to get her mouthful just right, so she chews on it for awhile before she gets the right grip. Then she tugs on it and moves it. When it’s in just the right spot she climbs in and goes to sleep.
I’ve seen Jack steal pens and pencils, we’re missing a crystal cat that used to be on the mantle and we’re pretty sure he stole it. Now I’m starting to wonder if Pippi hasn’t stolen some pens. I’ve seen her knock them off the table and the counter, but she always just left them on the floor. Maybe when we turn our back she hides them too. As I’m typing this Jack is reaching up for my keys that are just barely hanging off the edge of the bookshelf. He will eventually grab them and pull them down, once they’re on the floor they won’t be interesting anymore.
The two of them are quite a pair.
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