So I'm sitting at my desk, talking on the phone and playing a hand of
solitaire. Shane, one of the two youngest, a pretty 9 month old
silver-blue, long-haired, SOFT-haired, tufty boy, hops up to the desk
surface and starts checking out potential toys.

No, you can't play with the headset cord.
No, leave the USB cable alone.

Aha! he says to himself. And waltzes over to the square tissue box
sitting in front of my laptop. Leans over it, grabs a tissue in his
teeth and pulls it out just like any ol' human might, and LEAPS off the
desk with the kleenex in his mouth like a prize!

I almost fell off the chair laughing and the poor person on the other
end of the phone (who was trying to tell me something very sad and
serious and emotionally wrenching) thought I'd gone bonkers.

I have never seen a cat do that before. I WISH I had the digital camera
in my hands when he did it.

Of course, now he's cuddled up on his "shelf" (my, er, frontal
expressions) upside down, purring and patting my nose with his paw.

Deborah
co-slave to Fearless Fosdick, Princess, Smokey, Jezebel, Cinder, Miss
Bitty Kitty Who Is No Longer Bitty, Emma, and Shane. And Molly the d*g.