Sunday morning we decided to sleep in and ignore her invitations for play. Undeterred, Raven amused herself by investigating new heights, the aftermath of which was small-scale destruction and a lot of cleaning for us. When I heard the crash of glass breaking I went running. My first thought was that on her climb to the window, she knocked the empty 5-gallon fish tank off the desk. But when I saw the glass and liquid on the floor I instantly knew where she had been. After 8 months of living in her new home, she decided it was time to conquer the tallest bookcase in the office. She had gotten on top of the bookcase and knocked over a Galilean Thermometer. These are glass thermometers filled with oily liquid and floating things that show the temperature.
I had two simultaneous thoughts: is she ok, and did anything in dad’s office get damaged. I grabbed her and checked her paws for glass, and they were ok. After locking her and her sister Sammi in a bedroom, I assessed the damage and started cleaning.
The Kitty Gods were watching over her because: 1) she was safe and 2) the thermometer fell straight forward spewing oil and glass mostly on the wood floor and missing everything that would have been damaged or impossible to clean.
When Raven wants to play, even at 6am, it’s probably a good idea to indulge her.