Scooby has a morning thing, something he does every morning for months before switching to a new thing. Often that thing is sleeping in the middle of the dining room table with a defiant look on this face.
Since we eat at the table, I’m not fond of this particular thing. I broke him of this habit last fall by putting my Halloween kitty in the middle of the dining room table.
For the past few months, his thing has been to sleep in front of the cat door so Frosty and Trouble can’t get in or out. This week, I can tell he’s been on the search for a new/old thing. I found a telltale pile of papers on the living room floor twice. One of his old things was to scratch a pile of papers out onto the floor to make a nest out of.
He must have found the hardback book that’s been added to the pile a bit uncomfortable because he didn’t nap there after making a mess out of the papers and he’s back to the middle of the dining room table thing.
I wish he’d stick with climbing into boxes, bags or piles of stuff.
He’s such a funny kitty, so kitten-like for his almost-fourteen years. I adore him.
But now I have to go wash the table cloth and placemats because he added grooming to his thing and there are chunks of fur everywhere.