Pavlov the Wonder Cat

He's featured at random points in my blog thus far, and I thought the time had come to give Pavlov the Wonder Cat his own blog post. Pavlov entered my life in June of 2008 when I found him while biking along a rural road near Killeen, Texas where I was living and working at the time. Pavlov, along with his brother Hobart and his sister Khurrie, were all hanging out in and under an eastern red cedar tree, having been dumped there by someone. They were all about two months old, as near as the local vet could guess, and they all came home with me and, consequently, back to Tulsa a few days later when I headed home for a visit. The other two were adopted by co-workers of my mom's, and are still happily living in their adopted homes. Pav stayed with us, and then my parents when I moved to New Hampshire for graduate school.

Since May of 2010, however, he has been living with me, first in New Hampshire, and now in Nebraska. While most of the time Pav is a model kitty, sleeping long hours, snuggling in the bed, killing any intruding millers moths or house flies, and watching squirrels from the kitchen window, he occasionally gets into mischief. His latest favorite brand of mischief is chewing the straps off of camisoles and sports bras and then hiding the removed straps...somewhere...in my apartment. I've long known that he eats yarn, but that nearly always comes back up or out the other end. The straps have vanished without a trace, which leads me to suspect they are merely being hidden somewhere, probably inside the box spring on my bed.

With that introduction, I give you some of the Nebraska adventures of Pavlov the Wonder Cat.

Whaaat? Empty boxes belong to me, yes?

You should always replace your bike helmet before it grows this much fuzz...

What do you mean "Downton Abbey" takes precedence over entertaining me?

A note about these next two photos. Pavlov has a rather disgusting habit that I first learned about while still living in New Hampshire: he LOVES to dig used Kleenex out of the trash can, chase them around, and chew on them. However he doesn't shred Kleenex in the box or toilet paper, so I suppose I should be thankful.

Hold on. I know I stashed that Kleenex inside the shoe somewhere.

Must. Destroy. Kleenex.

Pav loves to hang out and sleep in my kitchen window whenever it is open. This winter the weather has been up and down enough that the windows have actually been open from time to time, which makes him just about the happiest kitty cat ever. 

This sunbeam and I are BFFs.

 

Keeping watch over next-door's backyard and the back alley.

This is one of two glass-fronted lawyer bookcases in which I keep some of my yarn stash. The top door broke last fall, and I haven't gotten it repaired yet. The fleece blanket is to keep Pavlov from pawing at the glass and out of the yarn. Clearly it's only working on some fronts. Also the bookshelves are now next to the heating vent, so it stays delightfully warm in this little corner.

Yarn and fabric scraps make the most comfortable bed ever. Mom is so thoughtful to leave these in a nice, warm, dark spot for me to curl up on.

And, lastly, a series that I have titled: Just how fresh are your organic Colorado peaches?*

Mmmm...peaches.

Move over peach.

"Om, nom, nom, nom."

These are my peaches. Eat at the risk of losing your hand. Or your face.

*While my peaches were definitely fuzzy, none of them had eyes or teeth, and all were delightfully juicy and delicious.