Claire likes to jump. She’s not a great judge of distance, and has done more than onetragic hilarious faceplant into the floor or the garbage can or something, but the other day she finally figured out how to get from the ottoman to the chair:
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And check her messages.
ottoman to telephone table.
That’s actually how Rocket got her name. She would launch herself at anything with the expectation that she would magically arrive at her intended destination. Thump.
She looks just like my late, lamented Mitchell. He was not much of leaper; as Garbo said, thump.
Nothing wrong with taking the long way round.
How old is Claire? Cause when I was, like, four, I knew that the floor was molten lava and you had to jump on the furniture or you’d die in fiery agony. (I’d have never been allowed to jump onto the table, though.)
Claire’s about a year old. They said close to two, but she’s still got her baby fluff fur so I think she’s younger.
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Not…the comfy chair!!!?????!?! 🙂
Els, now I hear Matt Smith as The Doctor telling the Weeping Angel Bob “yes, but we’ve got comfy chairs. Did I mention comfy chairs?”
Yeah, I watch entirely too much Dr. Who.
She’s such a beauty! Claire seems quite settled. I hope things are going well.
I like the bit where she interracts with the phone. Maybe you should let her handle the telemarketers.
Adrastos, I’ll bet she can chase off tuba players… 🙂