As someone commented, he’s just a harmless little bundle of energy.
Look how sweet! He wouldn’t dream of hanging from the back of my shirt, with his claws in my back, nor would he dream of attacking my ankles with his razor sharp teeth .. nor would he ever consider climbing up the batting on the quilt I’m working on, leaving little rips all through it.
Oh, have you ever seen such a sweet and innocent little kitty? This precious little purring bundle of fur wouldn’t dream of hanging onto the edge of the sofa with those needle like nails . . that I clipped just two days ago!
Nope, he would never dig his claws into the furniture. Good kitties don’t do that.
This precious little rescue would not dream of laying in wait at his scratching post . . waiting for me to get to that end of the longarm, where he could sink those teeth into my leg!
Oh . . she wore the shorts with the kitty toys (strings) attached! But he wouldn’t grab those with his claws because he would likely scratch my legs and nice kitties don’t injure their moms!
Yes, he’s a good kitty. I’m so glad we got a good one! I’m so glad he’s trustworthy and makes being in the sewing room such a . . what would I call it? An adventure!
Ahh . . dad is home for lunch! Boots will go back to being a docile, sweet kitty because Vince never sees him being a wild and crazy cat and I’m not even sure he believes me when I tell him some of the things that cat does.
When the two kittens appeared at our house, Boots was the friendly, outgoing kitty. The other one was shy and we hardly ever could even catch a glimpse of him. I’m wondering if we kept the wrong kitty!