Huck

Speaking of cats, Huck is still addicted to cardboard boxes.  I finally got rid of his original blender box, but found a smaller cardboard box to amuse him recently.  He's had a blast hiding in it, but it's starting to look the worse for wear.  This morning I heard a really peculiar noise from the kitchen.  It wasn't his usual box-surfing noise, or the fighting-Tugby-for-control-of-the-box noise.  Instead it sounded like velcro being pulled apart, or maybe a bandaid being pulled off a very hairy arm.  When I went to investigate the sound was made by Huck pulling a long piece of packing tape off the box, and he was quite delighted by the result.  

Huck has proven himself to be a very resourceful cat.  He is endlessly fascinated by things to be found in drinking glasses, and one of these days I'll probably find him with his head stuck in one.  If he can't fit his head into the opening, he'll insert a paw and feel around the bottom of the glass to see what's in it.  I keep kosher sea salt in a glass beside my stove, for seasoning food as I cook.  On the weekend I found a large quantity of salt carefully scooped out of the glass and deposited on the counter (and floor) beside it.

If there are small items missing from a countertop, I don't have to look far to find the culprit.  Huck loves to push spools of thread, coins, pencils and whatever else catches his attention to the floor.  Then he plays kitty soccer with the item until it lodges somewhere he can't reach it.  This game is far more entertaining than using the kitty balls with bells, or crinkly fabric balls which we have purchased for his pleasure.