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Tango the Wonder Kitty has been a busy boy.
Yesterday morning I went into the kitchen to discover he'd managed to get not only the little bag of cat treats out of the cupboard above the counter, he also managed to get out the catnip. It's a good thing he hasn't figured out how to get the lid off or I'd be in even bigger trouble than I already am.
Especially considering he has figured out how to run my printer/scanner/copier(/toaster/dishwasher). One of his all-time favorite things to do is watch the printer when it's making noise and spewing out paper, so he is in absolute heaven now he's discovered he can walk on the printer buttons to make the noises himself. He's even made a few copies. Copies of nothing, in fact. Since there wasn't anything on the scanner bed, he made a beautiful copy of a slightly shaded white... er, nothing. I'm going to have it framed and put on the wall.
Or not.
I've had to take the paper out of the printer to make sure he doesn't make anymore copies. I can't really cover it up since it's kind of big. The printer, that is, not Tango. It's obvious I'll never manage to contain him.
He woke me up the other night, making the blasted printer run over and over. Not too long ago I was making a copy and discovered he'd set it to make 32 copies instead of one. I really didn't need that many.
So, I have a cat with an abnormal fixation on a machine. Right now he's standing on it, looking for more ways to have it make noise. It's truly one of his favorite things to do. I hate to think what he'd do if the printer stopped working. He'd be simply bereft. I'm not sure he could have the same kind of relationship with another printer.
The boy has issues. It's a good thing I absolutely adore the little guy. Of course, what does that say about me? No, wait, never mind. I don't want to know.
In holiday news, my 10-year-old niece called tonight and informed us she has a Christmas list of 72 items. I was impressed. When I was a kid I came nowhere near that number. Obviously I was an Christmas list underachiever. She offered to cull it down, but my brother, her father, said not to so we have a lot to choose from. I suggested it be prioritized in the order of what she wants most. She said she'd put checks next to the ones she wants most, so there would be at least 3 left unchecked. What a gal. :)
Speaking of my niece, I have decided, after much internal debate, to give her the 28" stuffed toy deer I almost kept instead of keeping it for myself. It was a tough decision, but sometimes that's what it takes to be a good aunt. We must sacrifice for the ones we love.
Maybe I can convince Tango to sit in the living room with fake antlers on his head and pretend to be a deer. All I need is some antlers and duct tape.