Another Siggy post. Well, it’s been awhile. Herr VonKittykat was in crinkly paper heaven today. I got a package in the mail that was filled with big sheets of this really thin white packing tissue and I immediately knew that a certain feline was in for a workout. I put it down on the bed, and out of nowhere, Siegfried appeared. I don’t know why exactly cats are so smitten with thin crinkly sheets of paper, but they sure are, and Siegfried is no exception.
It’s an obsession, and Siegfried has a long, sordid history with the crinkly stuff: at Christmastime–with the combination of the Christmas tree that magically transformed into his forest lair, and all of the crinkly wrapping paper, his little black and white head nearly exploded.
Then there’s his everyday mauling of my newspaper. Without fail, he’ll start stalking me as I read, then jump up on the bed and use his front paws to bat down the top center of the paper held in front of me. Then, if I don’t stop my irritating habit of reading, when he’s right there, he’ll grab at the middle of the paper and use his teeth to tear out holes in it. This usually is enough to signal the stupid, neglectful human trying to read his new toy to sigh and admit defeat, and then give him the newspaper to desecrate properly.
After rolling around, ripping more holes, and using his front paws to dig dig dig away, burrowing the sheets into a hidey hole/wild panther’s den deep in the dark jungle, he’ll suddenly flop down and sleep the sleep of the exhausted mighty hunter after a long day on the veldt.
The white packing tissue was even thinner and crinklier than newspaper, and proved to be utterly irresistible. After frolicking around for a bit, he suddenly noticed that his favorite toy in the whole wide world, Orange Ball, was just across the bed, so he nipped across, grabbed Orange Ball in his mouth and returned to his crinkly white nest. And this is what happened next:
Predictably, he’s now sleeping soundly. Just another day in the life of Siegfried Osvald VonKittykat.