Kitchen Kat

Found invariably, in the kitchen, as the name would suggest!  I’ve spent the week pricing out a catering job, so haven’t been very faithful in posting anything interesting to drool over 🙂 So for my one reader (yes, thanks again Aggie!) I’m sharing teh funneh of kitchen kat.

Rumbleguts, came to live with us last December.  He is now about 2 I think. He aquired his name from the unusually loud purring which issued from his tiny kitteh body.  I find kats in general to be interesting, but he is definitely the strangest kat I’ve ever owned.  We’ve figured out, in his obviously mixed ancestry, somewhere there was a snowshoe Siamese.  His fascination with water has led us to this conclusion, along with other unusual behaviors.  He waits patiently, sitting between shower curtain and liner, for hubby to emerge and drip upon him.  He is also fond of saline solution, delighting in being sprayed down so he can lick it off.  If you tarry too long with the contact cse open, he will drink the saline directly from the wells!  Plain Jane meowing is not good enough for him…he echo-locates using a high pitched trill.

Since I spend a considerable amount of time in the kitchen, he is usually to be found directly behind me, having strategically placed his tail so that I’m constantly leaping into the air after placing a foot firmly in the middle of the tail.  However, he has a good disposition so doesn’t really seem to mind that I tread upon the tail frequently.  Being a helpful sort of kitteh, he enjoys doing dishes, and comes running whenever he hears the dishwasher open..or the dryer, or closet, or any other door to which he is generally denied acccess.  So for today, meet Rumbleguts, a.k.a. Kitchen Kat, in his favorite location…