A DAY IN THE LIFE
It's been a few weeks since Sparky has had a blog all to herself, so I thought I'd tell you what she's been up to lately. Let's just say she's been her usual into-everything self! I'm going to name this post "A Day in the Life" because it is a sample of what Sparky did today. The first thing she did was to leap from my desk to the top of the front door. That's her, above, enjoying being king of the mountain while I race around below her with a pillow in case she falls.
Next, Sparky got into the garbage. I had emptied all my paper trash into a large plastic bag, and Sparky just couldn't resist. I let her rummage around in that bag for well over an hour. Sparky just loves dark, mysterious places.
A while later, I discovered Sparky asleep in my wastepaper basket under my desk. Despite the white liner bag, it's dark under my desk, and my wastepaper basket is one of Sparky's favorite nap places. She doesn't mind when I toss tissues or wadded up paper on top of her, not realizing she's in there.
After her nap, Sparky likes to get right in my face. Literally. It usually entails her sitting on whatever project I'm working on, and then getting her face just inches from mine and tilting her head, like below.
After staring at me and preventing me from working by sitting on my work, she decides to be helpful. Here she is batting around a pen on top of a box of envelopes.
After she stole my pen, I left my desk to find another, and when I returned, I saw something hanging out the back of my recliner. The recliner has a flap at the back and Sparky loves to get up inside there and goose me by sticking her arms through the bottom and scaring the daylights out of me. So anyway, I inspected that flap and discovered Sparky has been stashing her toys there. I pulled out the following items: computer cord, bungee cord, a Sharpie pen, a piece of sandpaper, a pickle jar label she'd stolen from the trash, and the dogs' tug-of-war rope.
Don't think the above is all Sparky can manage in one day. There were a few things I didn't get pictures of, like the flat of seedling starts she knocked off the kitchen counter (dirt everywhere, and all my baby seedlings scattered), and in that same vein she tipped over a bucket of potting soil and flung dirt all over the kitchen; breaking my hairdryer by pushing it from the bathroom counter; using me as a trampoline during her daily roaring all over the house; and stealing one of my socks and leaving it in her litter box. I can hardly wait to find out what she does tomorrow!