A few days ago, I showed…. creativity: indeed, it looks like that the spark of malice characteristic of the kittens has experienced a revival of activity in me.
Tuesday night, I wanted to check Claire’s do-list: you never know, sometimes she would have forgotten something.
On Wednesday, I gave a solo concert in the middle of the night: unfortunately not many people.
But Saturday, it was unprecedented: Claire and Momo decorated the house for Christmas last weekend, and since the time we were little kittens, we’ve never done anything but play with the tree decorations. As usual, the railing of the stairs was illuminated.
In the late morning, Claire and Momo heard “crounch, crounch!” Because they weren’t in the same room, Claire asked, “Is she eating her chicken neck? “And Momo said, “No!” Momo then asked, “Did you give her a treat?” And Claire said, “No!” They then found themselves in the corridor, under the stairs, just in the right place to see me crunching in one of the LED mini-bulbs of the garland.
Claire and Momo started waving, gesticulating, lecturing me, blah, blah, blah… Result of the races, Momo spent a while swearing and detaching the garland that he had taken an hour to carefully fix at the railing. After examination, it turned out that several bulbs had suffered the same fate: crunching in these plastic bulbs was a bit like popping bubble wrap for me, you know?
I really don’t see why my humans made such a big deal out of it!