Okay, MR. Johnathon T. Fuzzibutt, Adventure Cat did perform a move that would've set my neurologist off, (like when he said, "DON'T let your cat kill you!"). It was Crazy Cat time. Mr. Johnathon T. Fuzzibutt was tearing around as fast as he possibly could. I was walking from the kitchen into the livingroom. And crazy cat ran BETWEEN my right leg and my cane, knocking my leg out from under me and knocking my cane off to the side! He gets to the front door and immediately pulls a UTurn and starts bouncing sideways toward me, fluffing! I didn't fall, but when I saw that, I just said, "Oh! Just quit that fluffing! I'm still bigger than you!"
Now dealing with Mr. Johnathon T. Fuzzibutt, Adventure Cat's baby brother, Prince Hopper Bopper, I needed to round him up and get him into his carrier so I could open up the garage door and get the garbageand recycle bins out. But while his big brother does the Crazy Cat thing, Prince Hopper Boper does the "Speedy Gonzales" thing! He zips around! And because he's considerably smaller than Johnathon, I reach, he's gone! Alright, so I do have to clean his pan (or pans--he has 3 because he's fussy) , so I grab a grocery bag and the scoop for the job. I'm scooping up, and Hopper is supervising from the top floor of his castle. When I'm done, I tie the bag up, grab my cane, and move to throw it out in the garbage bin. Hopper is Okay untill I lean my cane against a stack of boxes. I turn back, thinking I can grab him off the top of his castle. But he's vanished!
I don't even know where he went, but I've got to go to the bathroom, so I start to leave. And that's when I notice the bottom of the castle has grown a black and gray tail. And that tail is swishing! So I reach down to grab what is attatched to that tail . . . . Nope! Zip! I go back inside the house and decide to try again a couple of hours later. I go into the garage, and Hopper is back to zipping aournd and bounding over boxes. At one point he gets up on top of the recycle bin. I make a grab for him, and I catch him!! But it is with my worthless left flipper, so I can't hang on. Now to wait for another couple of hours.
Am I up to see if 3 strikes and I'll be out? Prince Hopper is hoping so! But I go back into the garage. I can't findrince Hopper anywhere! He's not in his tortilla (a bed I got for him which is a fake fur-lined tube. He's not purching on any of the boxes, not riding my partner's motorcycle (definately Born to Be Wild!) Not in the condo of his castle, or on any level. So I start to go back in, but out of the corner of my eye, I see a gray/black hump on the bottom of the castle, but this time the other side from last time!
Now I'm beginning to understand Prince Hopper Bopper doesn't know how to hide. He thinks as long as his head is hidden, nobody can see the rest of him!
I go back to the castle, bend down, and grab his hinde-end with one hand, and grab his top end with my other hand. There is a post between my arms. Prince Hopper isn't trying to get away. He's just locking his claws into the carpeting with all four feet.
And we're stuck!
For about 10 minutes.
Neither of us budging . . . .
Finally , Prince Hopper Bopper starts to complain with a bored, "meow".
I have to let him go and cuss.
My partner tries, and Prince Hopper Bopper meets him at the door and Bill scoops him right up, gets him right into his carrier, and says to me, "What was the problem? That wasn't all that hard!"