Being un-naughty.

There are two ways in which to be ‘good’. There is the more conventional and boring way of being well behaved and obedient (otherwise known as being a goody two shoes). Or there is the lot more fun and easier ‘being Un-Naughty’

The advantage of being ‘Un-Naughty’ is the rewards are higher. Very often your goody two shoes is ignored. Once good behaviour is the norm, were else is there to go for praise. But after a long period of general mayhem and mischief, a small stint of not being naughty is highly rewarded. And the beauty of it all is you don’t have to do a thing. In fact the very act of ‘not being naughty’ requires you to do nothing at all. Except of course be cute and adorable. It is quite frankly genius.

The other morning is a prime example. Of course before you can be un-naughty you have to be naughty first. So the morning started off by a certain young lady using the litter tray in the bedroom. Ok so that is not naughty but it was the catalyst for a series of events that lead to the naughtiness.

The smell was so bad that a sleeping spider groggily appeared from its hiding place for some fresh air. Of course both cats spotted it within minutes. As I believe I have mentioned on numerous occasions Kidd is not the most delicate of hunters, and proceeded to pounce around the room like a loon. In his exuberance he some how, and don’t ask me how as I was desperately trying to ignore him at the time, managed to up end the litter tray. Litter new and used went everywhere. Suddenly he had my complete attention. You can imagine my horror when after studying his handy work for a second he decided that one of the older nuggets looked like a very good toy and began to pat it around the room. So yet again at 5 O’clock in the morning I was in my Pj’s sorting out litter trays. Naturally the little red monster insisted on playing with the broom as I tried to clear up his mess threw sleepy eyes.

When all was cleared I tried to go back to bed. Unfortunately by now Kidd was wide awake and ready to play, which he did with anything and everything that moved. He batted the swizzle stick on the blinds about for a good half an hour. He attacked my feet, until he decided to go in for the kill and got a kick for his troubles. At which point he decided to annoy Kyla. It is amazing how two relatively small, svelte Orientals can sound like a herd of elephants rampaging threw your house. But that exactly what they sound like. And can someone please tell my why it is necessary to bounce off your sleeping human in an effort to reach the window, which I’m guessing must be ‘home’ when you’re playing chase. Eventually the lure of fishy treats called Kyla away, but Kidd was not yet done.

All was quiet and in my naivety I believed that I could possibly steal a few more minutes rest, until that was a red rosette landed on my face. Opening my eyes there was Kidd proudly sitting by his prize. Weather he had realised that he had pushed things to far that morning and felt the need to remind me how wonderful he was, or he simply decided that it looked like something else he could play with I don’t know. He did however get the cuddle he wanted and spent the rest of the day being the model of good behaviour. Which of course he was rewarded for with his favourite raw chicken wings.