Radar had a very busy morning. Kitty speedway for a good 3 hours! All over the bookcases and sofa, books and CDs flying in all directions.
At one point he raced along one set of bookcases, flew to the back of the sofa and along that (accompanied by 'claws scrabbling on fabric' sound effects), up onto the other set of bookcases along the very top shelf at high speed, and launched himself at cheetah-speed onto the top of the sitting room door... his momentum was such that he slipped, his weight knocked the door off the door-stopper, and he was holding onto the top of the door by his front paws, scrabbling with his back legs as the door slowly swung closed.
It was as if time stopped, there he is up near the ceiling scrabbling for purchase on the top of a shiny gloss-painted door, all the while getting closer and closer to having his front feet shut in the door as it was closing. I swear I've never moved so fast, not bad for someone with joint problems. I got there just in the nick of time to stop the door closing on his feet, he regained his poise and managed to get back up onto the top of the door. Dread to think what my pulse was. I am going to have to get a bigger, heavier door-stop so that the door can't move.
He also tried to hunt the ceiling
, slipped and fell from the top of the bookcase, slid down the back of the sofa twice (more claw/fabric sound effects), and at one point leaped from the back of the sofa aiming at one of the lower shelves on the bookcase - a shelf which is full of CDs, which he smacked into head first. He has also been eyeing up the ceiling lamp-shade from the top of the bookcase, I really hope he doesn't try leaping onto it as it's only made of stiff paper.
I think he must have been dropped on the head by his mum-cat, he's 'not quite all there'
At one point he raced along one set of bookcases, flew to the back of the sofa and along that (accompanied by 'claws scrabbling on fabric' sound effects), up onto the other set of bookcases along the very top shelf at high speed, and launched himself at cheetah-speed onto the top of the sitting room door... his momentum was such that he slipped, his weight knocked the door off the door-stopper, and he was holding onto the top of the door by his front paws, scrabbling with his back legs as the door slowly swung closed.
It was as if time stopped, there he is up near the ceiling scrabbling for purchase on the top of a shiny gloss-painted door, all the while getting closer and closer to having his front feet shut in the door as it was closing. I swear I've never moved so fast, not bad for someone with joint problems. I got there just in the nick of time to stop the door closing on his feet, he regained his poise and managed to get back up onto the top of the door. Dread to think what my pulse was. I am going to have to get a bigger, heavier door-stop so that the door can't move.
He also tried to hunt the ceiling
I think he must have been dropped on the head by his mum-cat, he's 'not quite all there'
