@margo,
Viola has taken on a new and exacting project.
She generally wants to be able to do stuff that Sebastian does.....one of his things is jumping onto the bathroom windowsill (which she can do, and they now fight over) and jumping from there onto the top of the shower cubicle, walking on it around to where he can then step on to the top of the bathroom shelving, where I keep the towels, and hanging out up there.
Viola has spent many an hour with her paws on the top of the shower alcove, trying to get up the courage to leap up and get to where he goes. However, since the falling From the Curtain Rod Disaster which followed upon her attempt to emulate his habit of walking along them, she has clearly realized that she is not really built for this stuff.
She has clearly, therefore, decided that a better way to try to get to his bathroom towel perch is to climb up the shelving.
Now, this shelving is fragile and unsteady. Moreover, it is filled up with white painted wicker boxes that I keep bathroom type items and other detritus in.
I was alerted to her endeavours by beginning to find these boxes regularly scattered on the bathroom floor. Then I began hearing them crash but couldn't tell who the culprit was because Sebastian was getting there first when the crash happened.
This morning, I found Viola had achieved the second level of shelving and was laboriously attempting to climb from a box on that level into one on the third level. I told her off and put her on the ground, because I am tired of cleaning up her messes.
However, I wonder if, really, mess is important when I clearly have a little cat so bravely determined to push her Rubenesque little body so far beyond the limits of its specification documents!?
How wonderful if one day I find her triumphantly on the towel level penthouse, with the floor a chaos of boxes and their random contents?
Is this Viola's personal Everest?
