Circus Performer in a Cat Suite

I have recently discovered that my cat Bob (the wonder cat) is a Circus performer. I knew from early on in his adoption that he was an unusual cat. First off there was his colour. Not ginger but described on his adoption papers as Champagne. Then his eyes are the most incredible bright orange colour. And the talking, he never stops. But his kitten tendencies I took for a big woosie cat that never grew up. I didn’t realise it was limbering up for his next Circus performance.

In spite of his ‘pudginess’, according to his unkind Vet , Bob is able to leap up on almost anything, not matter how high or how precarious, like the top of a flat screen TV or his quite unstable scratching tower. Not so usual I hear you say and, to be honest, I had the same opinion until two feats of acrobatics/gymnastics that, in all my contact with crazy pets and in particular cats, I had ever seen.

The first I thought was simple cardboard box obsession that is a common condition of your common and garden variety of house cat. One of my cats, Zappy, the mad black cat was dangerous when it came to boxes. He would lurch and hide underneath any stray box ready to strike when a tender bit of bare ankle came near. I had an aversion to boxes for a while until Zappy went to live across the road with my neighbours, which is a whole other story of betrayal and lost love that needs its own blog.

Anyhoo back to Bob. Bob loves to sit in boxes, which is sometimes a bit of a squeeze. But what he does that is unusual is that he loves to take a flying leap into the box so that it slides across the polished wooden floor for a metre or so.  He also loves balls of any kind; ping pong balls, cat toys with bells inside, balls of aluminium foil and, as it happens, apple-shaped stress balls.  Bob, in fact, is not just a Circus Performer but also an accomplished soccer player.  Any balls hit his way will be swiftly and expertly returned.

His next Circus feat was in relation to pursuing a favourite round device; the apple-shaped stress ball. He was chasing it around the room, into the kitchen, underneath the rug, skittering along the wooden floor until it became wedged under sofa. He stalked off in disgust into the kitchen until I took pity on him and dislodged the ball and rolled it along the floor in his direction. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your point of view, the swing lid of the bin was sitting on the floor between Bob and his object of desire. This did not stop Bob as he hurtled towards the ball and straight through the lid. Which I shouldn’t mention did get a little stuck around his rather extensive middle. TA DAH! …Another Circus feat to add to his repertoire.

I can’t wait to see what he comes up with next. 

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