Not Even Friday

So, what does a polydactyl named Hemingway get up to on his first full day all alone in the house? Archeology, of course.

We didn't even notice right away that he'd managed to unboard up the fireplace in the office and do some excavation. When we did, we cracked up, unable to even pretend at madness. I took this shot after Christopher righted the bourbon ad (originating from the Raleigh contingent) and put the board sort of back in place. I think you can still see the evidence.

There's some more trace evidence on the backsides of his thunderpaws, but you can't see that in this photo because he doesn't like to be still for photos. That Hemingway, he's a cat in motion.

Comments

[Janni]

Oh, yeah, he has that black-and-white-cat-looking-to-take-over-the-world look going.

The only thing that saves us in our house is that ours, umm, doesn't have opposable thumbs.

[Kim]

Reporting your cat's antics in your blog is just the first step towards Crazy-Cat-Lady-dom, you know.

[Gwenda]

I am merely preparing the world for Hem's total domination.

[Kim]

Uh huh. By the way, I've got a cat stroller for when you're ready for that next big leap.

[Gwenda]

Now you're just trying to be scary.