Monday, September 8, 2008
Miss Winkie and her bean
I came home one day last week to discover desiccated and mostly shredded bits of a yellow wax bean on the floor. Huh. Obviously one of the cats had had a field day. I gathered up the bits and tossed them into to trash. Then on the weekend, sipping coffee and lounging in the comfy chairs in the kitchen; I saw Winkie make a lightening leap onto the counter, grab a yellow wax bean from the bowl, jump down and dash off with it, like a thief in the night (except it was broad daylight). Rather than yell at her for being on the counter, I chuckled at her desperation to get the bean. Amused that she chose the yellow wax as opposed to the basic green Kentucky Wonder; I followed her into the foyer. There she was throwing it high in the air, pouncing on it, batting it around til it scuttled past the stairs and onto the hardwood of the dining room. She would stop to occasionally to give me a guilty smile. In the end she ate it. Or most of it. She spits out the actual beans, preferring the pod.
The green beans in the garden are almost done, I haven’t pulled the plants yet; I’m keeping them to grow play things for my cat.
The other cats? Peshaw. They think she is a nut. Why play with a stupid bean when there are catnip bags in the bowl in the family room?