Last night he lost it. Didgeridoo Boy, Totsi the Dog, and I were sitting on the futon cushion on the living room floor in front of the television. We heard a thud and a chirp, and there on the balcony was Jupiter, staring down like a little orange and white gargoyle. He whirred. Didge said hello. He leaned down and prepared to jump. Didge and I had a collective coronary, and I ran to base of the stairs to call him down. He ran to me like a dog, and frolicked into the living room.
A little while later, we heard another thud and, yes, another chirp. Lo and behold, there was Jupiter on the balcony. All three of us stared up, and Jupiter stared back. He prepared to jump down again, and I ran back to the base of the stairs to call him. He ran to me like a dog, again. And, just as before, he frolicked into the living room.
Only this time, he shook things up a bit. Didgeridoo Boy has his futon cushion sitting in the living room floor - I should probably mention that we can't assemble his futon until we've finished moving some things out into his Hall of Obsolete Technology. (I think that's what he's calling it.) We had blankets and pillows piled up on it, because we do love a living room campout, and Jupiter walked to a particularly snuggly spot.
He sat down right beside Didge, where he looked so precious I thought about taking a picture. But then Didge exclaimed in a way that indicated distress and confusion, saying, "Hnahhhhhhh!". I asked what was wrong, and he shouted, "HE'S PEEING!" And, yes, he was. And he peed for quite a while, with us bearing agape witness and Didge actually saying that he was going for a very long time. (What the hell is it with us and peeing cats?) That pretty much cleared the room - Didge went to the couch, I put the blankets in the washing machine and cleaned the futon cushion, then Totsi and I went to the bedroom. Jupiter? I don't know. I wasn't able to look at him at that time.
He's just so darned cute.
No comments:
Post a Comment