It really is very cute. When she hears his voice, she comes trotting into the room to watch. Sometimes she sits on the coffee table (pictured) sometimes she sits on the sofa with, or on, Hubby and I.
Cricket has been paying attention and now considers herself a DIY kinda kitty.
Saturday, she went absolutely nuts when I opened a can of paint. She was squeaking at me, rubbing my legs, trying to dip her paw in the can, and just generally being a nuisance. When I put her out of the room, she sulked.
Yesterday, she sat in rapt attention as Hubby spackled. And then hopped on the back of the chair to sniff/inspect his handywork.
Our (late, lamented) kitty Ketzel was a li'l princess kitty. We found her as a stray 3- or 4-month old kitten and we think she was a purebred Turkish Angora. Spectacular snow white long fur, big blue eyes, perfect in every dimension.
She was smart as a whip, fastidious in her habits, and a stone cold killer at heart.
And she loved watching men work.
Our neighbors down the street worked on their cars a lot at night. We'd come home from dinner, look around for Ketzel, and find her neatly perched on the edge of the engine compartment under the droplight, tail wrapped carefully around her paws, avidly inspecting the work being performed.
She had a funny effect on the men, too...they stood up straighter and didn't curse nearly as much when she was on duty.
When she felt she had completed her appointed tasks, she would deftly leap to the ground and make sure she had no stray grease marks on her snow white fur, then sashay back to our house and await her evening meal.
I think Ketzel was the nicest thing our family ever owned. 'Course the question is begged: who owned who?
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