Unruly Tail, Unruly Foot, Unruly Mom

Mr. R's chair is a little bit slippery sometimes, especially since I don't try to scale it with my claws. I shouldn't have to. Also it rocks a little, and sometimes I barely make it to my lookout post:

When I get there, I notice my tail. Just look at it. It definitely needs to GET GOT!


While I am trying to sedately groom atop my cat condo, sometimes my leg acts up. What was once a peaceful time can quickly turn into an action-packed wrestling match. Of course, once I manage to get my leg, I wash it thoroughly, just like I do when I get one of my humans' hands.


Here she comes now. I will clasp her wrist and maybe bunny-kick her arm, and then bathe her hand:


Ahh . . . that was a job well done. Now it's time to retire to the dark recesses of the lower level for a nap. Or maybe an ambush. Maybe both--you never know!