Friday, September 28, 2012

Pumpkin--ticking off those 9 lives at an alarming rate

Last evening I cooked a pork roast for my family. It was a lean, boneless loin, but nevertheless there was a bit of fat in the pan--so I drained the fat into a small dish, thinking that I would let it solidify and then toss it away, plastic dish and all.

Unfortunately, I forgot about the dish, but Pumpkin did not. He must have thought he had died and gone to Heaven (and if he does this many more times his cholesterol levels will hurry that process along!)

Tuesday, September 25, 2012


Terrible Twos

Dear Pumpkin - I love you dearly, but I've had to rescue you twice (from yourself) today and it's not even 10 a.m. You get into more trouble by yourself than my two daughters ever did in collaboration.

For those who are keeping score:

  • First, Pumpkin crept into the pantry (the door was left ajar). Curiosity led him to stick his head into a shopping bag. In doing so he pushed his head through one of the handles...and could not pull his head back out. He was stuck with the bag around his neck and the weight of it (filled with several jars and cans) was more than he could drag. Luckily I heard his plight and saved him from strangulation.

  • Next, I was looking through an upstairs closet for wrapping paper. This closet is where we store all of our wrap, ribbons, gift boxes, and holiday decoratations. Of course, Pumpkin found the one item that would get him in trouble--a small styrofoam Easter egg. Fun to bat around and chase, but disaster if you are a small kitty with a big mouth, bite down on the egg, and get it stuck in your mouth. Again, "Mom" to the rescue.

Pumpkin -- Please slow down. You've lost 2 lives today. Who knows how many you have left?