Tuesday, December 27, 2011

PB Wolf

So, we have a cat. Well, we have a couple, but one in particular, PB Wolf, is quite a hoot. Before you ask, yes PB does stand for peanut butter. Don't ask how he got that name. It was Jungle boy who named him.

This is PB Wolf:



He is actually quite sweet, though he doesn't look it in this pic. He is also very smart, sometimes too smart. He has figured out how to open drawers in the plastic container with drawers we keep in our bathroom. It is the home of all my makeup and makeup brushes. PB Wolf has decided that there is quite possibly nothing better than makeup brushes. He loves to carry them around in his mouth and feel the beautiful bristles of the brush against his teeth. At first I thought I could keep them safe by keeping them in the drawers, not leaving them out on the counter as I have a tendency to do. Then one day I saw PB Wolf very deliberately open a drawer, pick out a brush, and try to sneak off with his treasure. Now I try to just keep PB Wolf out of the bathroom all together. The other day though, Christmas Eve actually, I was getting ready in the bathroom, with the door open. In slinks PB Wolf. He casually jumps up on the plastic drawer container which sits on the floor, puts his little paws up on the counter, grabs his favorite brush, which looks like this:


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and then books it out the door. I dash out after him, drop my curling iron on the bed (quite possibly not my smartest move ever) and manage to just barely grab him by the tail. He drops the brush and I think I will be able to grab the brush before he can get back to it if I let him go. So, I stupidly let him go and grab for the brush. No dice. He is much faster than me. He grabs the brush and takes off again, out through the living room, through the kitchen, down the hallway and in to the corner of the room which is half cat room, half man cave and is an obstacle course just to get from one side of the room to the other. I finally manage to catch up to him, he is crouched under a chair. I snatch my brush away and though outwardly acting annoyed, inside give a little chuckle at the antics of the cat called PB Wolf.

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