Ninja likes to dig. He's very dexterous and loves to scoop things with his paws and pull things out or apart. Last week I heard a strange sound from the kitchen. When I went to investigate, I found Ninja with the new bag of cat litter I'd brought in from the garage. He'd torn a hole in the bag and was happily scooping litter out onto the floor. He was quite irritated with me when I took him away from that.
This is a common pasttime of his when I'm foolish enough to forget to close the doors to my armoire:
There's just something about my drawer full of slips and tights that he just can't resist. He loves to reach in and pull things out onto the floor. I have a feeling that next winter when I need to wear tights, I'll have a hard time finding any that aren't riddled with claw marks.
The worst was probably last week. It sounded like he was in the bathtub, but when I looked, he wasn't there. I found him in the closet behind the bathtub. He'd managed to pull the panel off the wall that leads to the plumbing for the tub. I got to him just as he was about to climb in.
This little cat just may be the death of me.
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Probably took me 15 minutes to change the sheets with him impeding every step, but he was having such a good time, and it was harmless fun for him.
Oh, but when he sleeps, he's just so sweet.