March 1, 2019
Author: Melissa Sitzman
Gonzo thoroughly enjoyed hiding under and attacking couch cushions! He was about 2 or 3 years old, here.
Part III :
The Flying Feline
After having to buy a new mattress, things settled down, nicely. Which left me time to think about decorating my condo. Since the living room had big vaulted ceilings and two sky lights, I decided I wanted to hang some plants. I did my research, and found out that Spider Plants (Chlorophytum comosum) are one of the safer plants you can have in a house, with cats.
So, I got a spider plant and one of those macramé plant hangers. I ended up hanging it in the living room, directly under a skylight and over the love seat. The plant loved its new home and it grew like crazy! It even started to “spider out,” after several months. I was really happy with it and even happier that Gonzo and Princess hadn’t noticed it! Or so, I thought……
It had been another long day at work. Only, I had switched jobs and now worked as a receptionist for a company in Boulder, Colorado. It was about a 35 minute commute. So, after battling traffic, I was happy to be home! I stuck my key into the door and turned the handle….chaos ensued.
Gonzo was swinging through the air, as if he were on a trapeze! All I could see was his butt, sticking up, out of the planter that had contained my spider plant. He was digging in the soil, as if searching for buried treasure. Soil and pieces of plant were everywhere! I was so shocked, all I could yell was, “Gonzo!”
Upon hearing that, Gonzo lifted his head, distracted from his adventure and let out a chattering noise that sounded like a dolphin! He realized he was in trouble. Yet, still swinging, and with potting soil stuck to his nose, he went back to digging. Only, with more urgency, as he knew his little adventure was coming to an end. I attempted to jump and grab at him but, he was too high up! “Get out of there,” I said in a half angry, half trying not to laugh, voice. I couldn’t reach him so, I started climbing onto the back of the love seat. As soon as I was within reaching distance, Gonzo leaped to escape! He took off running like a greyhound, chasing a rabbit.
I started cleaning his mess and, at first, was pretty pissed off about it. However, after seeing that it didn’t really do any damage and all the soil cleaned up with a little vacuuming, I giggled to myself. I took a step back and realized the distance that he had to have jumped, in order to even get into that pot! I still don’t know how he did it. It was at least a good 5 to 6 feet from the back of the love seat, to the pot that the plant was in!
I concluded that he was crazy and went looking for him, so he could be scolded. Everytime I got close to him, for the rest of the day, he took off running. After which, he would stop (once far enough away that there was no chance I could reach him), look right at me, and meow in triumph! Gonzo 2 – Humans 0