by Lady M » Tue Apr 17, 2018 8:46 am
I settle down in the living room and open up the book that I'm currently reading to Hestia. Sometimes I read along without her, but I don't think she minds. And at this moment in time I don't have the slightest clue where she could be, that was all about to change. I hear a crash from the kitchen, and, surprise, surprise, I see Hestia streaming away from the mess. But it wasn't her usually calm and in control yet slightly terrified run, this was really scared. She did make quite a lot of noise just now. She probably knocked down something big. She looked fine, so I start with the kitchen. Because I almost always have at least three or four cats in my house, which despite the fact that it is a big house, at a time almost all of the things in the kitchen are locked in cabinets where little kitty paws can't reach them. However, I do have one stack of pots on top of the refrigerator that are unsecured. I just never assumed that a cat would be able to get up there. But, Hestia must have found a way, because now the entire stack is spread out on the kitchen floor.
Next I go to find the culprit. It is OK in my house, but if she is working with someone who already has problems with being nervous giving the a heart attack would defiantly not be a good thing. What I see when I go into my office isn't pretty either. Hestia is running around in nervous circles and crashing into everything. She probably just has a lot of adrenalin in her system right now. But I don't believe in de-clawing cats, so she still has her claws and if I tried to pick her up now I would probably have scratches all the way up my arm. So instead I grab a towel and pick her up and her next pass. She struggles a bit, but her claws can't hurt me through the towel. I hold her close to my chest so that she can feel my heartbeat. This calms her down. I close the door so she can't get out and then I set her down in my lap. She doesn't bolt, which is a good sign, it means my training has paid off.
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