Kitten meets water bottle...

It was inevitable, I know. Jupiter Jones, our precious orange and white kitten with the gargantuan paws, has had run ins with the Evil Kitty bottle before. But just lately, he's been testing his boundaries. He responds very well to my impression of the buzzer from the Operation game, and seems to grasp that the word no means that he is to back away with great purpose. But he's a growing boy, branching out into his world, and that means he has to double check every single thing he's been informed he is not to do eight times over.

This means frequent encounters with the Evil Kitty bottle. Here it is:

He's taken to finding great sport in batting stuff off the breakfast bar for giggles. If he's not up to that, he's keenly focused on having some of that lunch you're enjoying, and once shoo'd away from the plate he's stalking back down to the floor, he'll damned well try to climb your leg. (Toughskins jeans. We need those to come back.) If made to leave something alone, he'll stalk around, walk right back over to whoever made him stop, and take a couple of swings at their shin.

So he's been a very clean kitten lately, you could say. Totsi the Dog hasn't felt the need to give him nearly as many baths. And I need a wrist brace, because guess who he won't respond to one whit when it comes to discipline? Didgeridoo Boy. If Didge trys to rock the Evil Kitty bottle, Jupiter either plays with the stream or tries to drink it. And for all of Didge's lamentations, howls, and shouts of "STOP IT!!! NO WE'RE NOT!", the kitten thinks of him as a giant toy. (But I'm the one who doesn't know cats.)

(Did you get that?)

But he's learning. I have to give the kitten credit, he really is learning. He might attempt something forty seven times in as many different ways, but he eventually stops, sits down, and purrs. And then he'll just go play - or climb Didge. Perpetually damp he may be, but our boy's getting it.