Since her recent adventures defending us all from the threat of wayward toilet paper rolls, I have managed to keep any potential victims out of Amber’s reach. However, there was apparently another threat still lurking in the house. Though I am not certain if this is a foe that must be vanquished, or one which Amber just needs to study some more, or if she may be attempting to expand her vocabulary. First, a look at how far she generally must travel with her quarry:
Last night there was also a very full laundry hamper blocking the path. Which makes me shake my head even more at what she did. Like most males of the species, Sportsboy had a book in his bathroom which was laying in the middle of my bedroom floor when I woke up this morning:
A closer look at what she either seeks to destroy, or else, wants me to read to her:
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. None the worse for wear despite being somehow carried/dragged/swatted from one end of the house to another.
Yeah, I can’t figure it out either! I wonder what’s next?
Trees & Flowers & Birds! 
LOL! That’s hilarious.
I’m constantly amazed at what cats will get into and drag around.
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Amber wants you to read this part to her:
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn: Chapter 14
“Looky here, Jim; does a cat talk like we do?”
“No, a cat don’t.”
“Well, does a cow?”
“No, a cow don’t, nuther.”
“Does a cat talk like a cow, or a cow talk like a cat?”
“No, dey don’t.”
“It’s natural and right for ‘em to talk different from each other, ain’t it?”
“Course.”
“And ain’t it natural and right for a cat and a cow to talk different from
us?”
“Why, mos’ sholy it is.”
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Very funny, but then I LOL at lea’s comment!
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