What is it about waste baskets that draws Midnight into their clutches? He never seems to tire of tipping them over or, in the office diving right in. Does he need to check them out?
As he stand on the paper shredder looking into the waste basket, Midnight loses traction, his feet slip and he goes in. Light from the window makes this a high contrast shot. At least we can see his unique tail, which was broken in four places before we brought him into the house.
Midnight seems to be asking, “Why does this waste basket keep shrinking? I can remember when it was huge, but now it small.” He then proceeded to check out the contents. That kept him occupied, but only for a short while.
His work complete, the inspector stepped back out and onto the shredder. It was time to see what his male attendant was doing and to swat the computer mouse around a bit. But only to show it who is boss.
Somehow, despite his busy schedule of inspections and tests, Midnight finds time for a nap.
That look like a good idea to me . . .
Livvy has this obsession with the couch. She is CONVINCED that there are monsters in there. She's afraid to go in it, but can't stop peering in the crevices and poking her paws in.
Midnight had four breaks in his tail? Poor kitty. What a great papa you are. 😀
By the way, I've ordered a Magic Jack device and will be trying it out soon. I'll have a full-fledged review in the future.
He's a very thorough inspector, but if he's not careful he'll turn that shredder on. Then what?!
Answer: curiosity. Our guestdog is a basket diver.
We've had our wastebaskets up on counteres or behind closed doors for two weeks.
It's exhausting work beating up the garbage can! Poor guy. It's funny to watch them realize that they don't fit into things like they used to. Hobbes doesn't even try the sink anymore.
the life of a cat. play, eat, sleep, hunt.