He insisted on jumping up on the kitchen table (an activity I do NOT want him to get used to) so I had to keep getting him off of the kitchen table.
Same day, he ran into my bedroom, and hid behind my curtains. I don't want him in my bedroom (though as he calms down, my strength on this decision is wavering.... shhh... don't tell Maks.) The only way to get him out is with a squirt or two from a water bottle. Yesterday morning he was dripping wet.
He still tried to get in the room. I think I may lose that battle.
BUT, today, when he jumped on the table, I did not need to manhandle him off. I just stood there, and pointed down. And he got down, after a bit of pathetic mewing. (But...But... he says.)
And then, there is my favorite way he lounges around on the couch.
He posed quite well for the picture, making sure his tail was in the middle, so you could see where his leggies are.
Seriously? Oh kitty, you are so silly.
And, I must skeedaddle: time for church.
* I needed another two syllable name. That was not feminine. And who doesn't like Maksim? aahahaha.
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