My cat, Oliver, thinks he has a very important job that he needs to do every day. That is look out the window. There is much to do in a window sill to a cat. After all, who knows what’s out there? Outdoor cats?
More outdoor cats?
People taking pictures?
There’s so much to see.
Part of this chore’s requirements (evidently) is to get as wound up as possible in the blinds. He weaves in and out through the slats, thinking he is sly and agile and smooth. Of course, he doesn’t mind it one bit that he leaves the blinds in a sad state. Bend, broken, twisted, pulled down…it’s all half the fun!
After he feels that he’s done his job, it’s time to try and find a way out of his self-made prison of slats. 😉 And if he catches me laughing because of his troubles, he gives me his “ugly look”.
His other important job? Napping in grocery bags. 😉