IBKFergus may be growing larger, but she certainly isn't growing *up*.
Nothing is safe from her. He favourite hobby seems to be knocking breakable
things off surfaces I thought were cat-proofed (ha!), playing "herd of
stampeding elephants through the Serengeti" in the dead of night, and biting
my toes when I'm sound asleep.

She tries to torment Shmogg alot too. Shmogg boxes her ears on an
exceptionally regular basis but she's either remarkably stupid or remarkably
persistant, because even though she is soundly defeated in mere seconds (she
being just playful and about 2kg and Shmogg being mean, dirty and about 6kg)
every single time, she is back for more punishment in no time flat.

She doesn't stay still long enough to be petted, so I still don't know her
favourite scritching spots. The only time she'll deign to be touched is when
she's leapt from the floor straight into my cleavage (I'm sure Joel wishes
he had this ability) and then she'll touch noses with me and purr like a
maniac before dashing off on super urgent hoolikitten business again.

I'm starting to suspect she's actually a squirrel. She doesn't meow, she
just chirrups and chitters. And she chirrups and chirps alot. Whatever it
is, she has to climb to the top of it and perch there. Including me. Even if
I'm straight out the shower and don't have any clothes on. Having an insane
kitty climbing your wet white and wobbling form is an experience to be
reckoned with. My massage therapist was quite worried about the state of my
back, and started making humourous comments regarding BDSM & whips. I had to
explain that it was merely an insane hoolikitten imitating a squirrel and
mistaking me for her tree. I'm glad my massage therapist has cats too, but
I'm sure the guy inthe next cubicle thought the conversation *very*
interesting! I daren't go to a hairdresser, though, because the small
pinpricks in my scalp wold just be too hard to explain. I don't thinkanyone
would understand that a sane person would willingly wear a cat hat, a *live*
cat hat that attached itself to said head with 16 incredibly sharp "hat
pins".

WE still have t  lock IBKFergus out of Cary's room at tnight, otherwise
those two would spend all night torturing each other. For a while I tried to
keep them seperate, because IBKFergus sctaches Cary, and Cary pulls
IBKFergus' tail, ears, fur or whatever else he can grab. i used to think it
couldn't possibly be any fun for *either* of them when they played together,
but they are obviously bonded far more tightly to each other than anyone
would care to think. Cary has learnt (the hard way) that he can't fly off
the lounge, that he shouldn't put his fingers in closing drawers and that
Shmogg shold be well avoided (and Shmogg has learnt the same about Cary) but
IBKFergus and Cary can spend hours a day either tormenting or amusing and
entertaining each other, or possibly a bit of both at the same time. Its
quite clear that CAry is IBKFergus' hoomin, and IBKFergus is Cary's willing
accomplice in anything that looks like Trouble. I fear for when they get
older and more cunning....

Yowie