The Q-tip chronicles

My fiesty kitty Gunnar has discovered Q-tips. He thinks they are the best thing ever. So every morning he sneaks in my bathroom when I'm getting ready and steals a Q-tip out of the box and plays with it. He'll flip them around, pin them, hold them between his paws and kick and bite at them, bat them across the floor, etc. He has a ball. Only, I'm worried that he might eat the cotton ball on the end, or even the stick, so I take them away from him. I had sealed up the box well so he couldn't get into it, but he figured out that if you press down on the box's center tab, he can get them out.

For a few days his stealing Q-tips was cute. Then, it became burdensome. I'm trying to get ready for work, I don't have time to babysit this crazy cat while he wastes perfectly good Q-tips. So, I put the Q-tips on the counter, where he couldn't get them.

This morning I was extra sluggish. I had already brushed my teeth but came back to get dressed. I look in the bathroom and see the an explosion of my pink Q-tips all over the bathroom and Gunnar sitting on the toilet lid, reaching over to the counter to knock whatever else was left on the counter to the floor. (And I wonder why I can't find my hair cream or eye gel in the morning!).

Not really wanting to deal with this, I pick all the Q-tips up and throw them out. I scoop up the box and notice it's completely wet. The toilet is closed so I don't even want to know how it got wet. I put the Q-tip box up even more out of kitty reach and go back to hunting for pants that fit.

The next time I glance in the direction of the bathroom, this is what I see:


(Please excuse the blurriness. My cell has the worst camera phone ever).

Gunnar has knocked over the trash cans and is digging out the Q-tips.

He will stop at nothing to get his morning fix of Q-tips.

I pick him out and toss him out of the bathroom (Jazzy Jeff style).

Crazy cat, I do not have time for this. Now, I'm running late for work.

Update: Gunnar continued the craziness by throwing up a fist-size pile as soon as I got home from work.

Lunchtime cuteness

I went home for lunch and was relaxing on a chair by the window. Gunnar jumped up to sit next to me. I petted him while he purred loudly. Maybe Mojo was jealous because he came over and ever-so-sweetly started licking my bare feet. It told him he was a sweet boy.

Then Gunnar decided that he needed to show some affection for Mojo and Gunnar started licking Mojo's snout. It was a big ol' love fest. When the licks were done, Mojo went to look out another window. Gunnar decided he needed to lick my foot (I'm not sure if it was because Mojo did, because he thought my foot was tasty or because he loved me). But it was all just too cute.