My Kitty is a Genius!

This may seem like a semi-long pointless blog at first, but if you keep reading you'll realize that it does have a point. In my first blog posting I mentioned that I have a cat named Kirby. I've had him for about 10 years now. He's my big baby, and I treat him like a big baby. However, when it comes to scolding Kirby for bad behavior, it's pretty much Howie's job. When it's up to me I end up cuddling and kissing him because I'm a sucker for those big beautiful green eyes and his unusually long fangs. I know, so far my mommy track record isn't very good, but I swear that I am much better with human children. It's only my cat that has me wrapped around his paw. Ok, I'm a bit off track, let's get back on track. One thing that Howie often gets upset about is Kirby throwing up on the carpet. Not exactly that he threw up, but that he threw up on a surface that isn't easy to clean. He'll often yell at Kirby and tell him that he was bad, Kirby then looks at Howie likes he's an idiot, and then I defend Kirby, "It's not like he enjoys throwing up! He didn't mean to throw up on the rug, it just happens to be where he was standing at the time! He doesn't know any better, he's just a kitty!" I mean, Kirby isn't like Mr. Jinx from Meet the Parents. He hasn't had extensive training in anything... so we thought. Howie and I were heading to bed the other night and I found a little something on my side of the bed. I called Howie over and we both stared at this odd pile of tissues laying on the sheets. Howie began picking up tissues and there it was, VOMIT! Who covered it with tissues? It wasn't me, it wasn't Howie, that means it was the cat! Kirby actually took a number of tissues out of the tissue box and placed them on top of his vomit. Was he trying to hide his mess because he knows that daddy would be upset, or was he trying to help daddy with the clean up? Either way, we are so proud of our smart little kitty.