I've been working on a pathbreaking treatise for my next blog, but then I realized: this is my 100th post!
Who would have imagined, when I first set paw to keyboard almost 3 years ago, that I'd be blogging my way into so many human, feline, sciurid (that's marmot and his cousins), and canine lives?
Here I am working with my art director on a recent blog. Layout is exhausting.
The other part of my team is my editor. He tends to work alone, bouncing stuff back to me after he's sliced and diced it. After a couple years of patient correction, I'm just beginning to understand the comma....don't get me started on the semi-colon.
It's been a pleasure sharing the virtual scratching pad with all of you. Thanks for keeping up with my cat-antics. For goodness sake, keep writing and commenting and, for the computer savvy among you: follow me!
In celebration of 100, I've gone into my private video archives and rustled up a special clip. My art director has also gone to some lengths to improve your video watching experience!
Here is my uncut 2008 Catolympics trial in Bathtub Gymnastics. It's true, before tree-scaling became my dedicated sport (okay, except for paw hockey, tail-chasing with Alex, and hiking) back when I was younger, more energetic, but generally lacking focus, I engaged in a wide range of cat-sports.
The goal of Bathtub Ball, the more common name, is to play wildly with the bouncy ball so that it is (a) either constantly in danger of bounding out of the tub or (b), for the more mature and physically adept cat, always on the verge of spiraling into the drain. Much like Olympic gymnastics for humans, Bathtub Ball pushes cats to engage in challenging but graceful, physical pyrotechnics with the illusion of ease and, all the while, skirting the edge of disaster - in this case, the danger of the ball going down the drain! Notice my careful final positioning of the ball at the end of the routine.
Enjoy!
