Role change.

Kyla in her kitten days, was as naughty as she was cute. And trust me she was very cute. However as she has grown from baby sweet to lady beautiful, her naughty days have decreased.

Although thinking about it I don’t think that is necessarily true. When she was a kitten she had a best Siamese friend called Boleyn. Bo was a totally stunning blue tortie whose only flaw was she knew just how stunning she was. But unlike most torties, she was also very well behaved. O she had her moments but most of the time she was an obedient, loving, beautiful, princess. Kyla therefore in comparison was a naughty mischievous tomboy. When Bo died Kyla quickly slipped into the spoilt child role and entertained us for hours. Then of course we got Kidd. Nothing in the world could have prepared us for the red devil. And now alas Kyla has either chosen to be the more staid grown up one, or has simply been out naughtied by our Master of Mayhem.

However, and isn’t there always a however?. The other morning she decided to out do herself. Things started off well. The litter tray having finally been removed from the room, saves this story from starting off in the usual smelly fashion. And after a well ignored game of human target practice, both cats and I had enjoyed a nice morning snuggle. But when I got up, so did Kyla and she had been doing more than just snoozing the morning away. Apparently she had been hatching a cunning plan to command my whole attention, for at least most of the day.

The first port of call was of course the bathroom. I set about my morning routine; she started on destroying most of the bathroom. Her first aim was the windowsill. Now I know she can leap from floor to window in one bound, but on that day she chose to go the most complicated and clumsiest way she could. Namely over me, across the back of the cistern, across the sink and then up onto the windowsill. Naturally everything in her path was knocked to the floor, and the more things she could throw into the litter tray (yes we have one in the bathroom too) the better. Including the bar of soap, which was then covered in gravel! She then starts on the only thing that she hasn’t knocked over, the toothbrush stand. Thankfully it was not my brush that she decided to have a chew on. I’m not going to say who’s it was, but they may find it has a slight taste of fishy treats next time they use it!

Washing done, I then decided to check my emails etcetera. Still not finished Kyla came bouncing into the room, made a beeline for the computer, bounced of mid login (hence turning it off) and landed on the top of the cat tower looking rather smug. The cheeky cow then watched as I tried to log back in, and then descended from the tower onto the keyboard, yet again turning the thing off, before disappearing to the safety of another room.

The next time I caught a brown tortie streak heading in my general direction I was ready for her. However she had a new evil plan brewing, and ran straight past me and straight up the brand new curtains. Where she hung for a few seconds, until I shouted at her to come down. At which point she shouted at me back and calmly abseiled down.

The whole time Kidd was sat in my arms, watching Kyla with a look of complete awe and total admiration.