Khalia The Klutz
Graceful as a...cat?
Despite popular opinion, or is that belief...cats are not graceful...and Khalia seems unduly blessed (or is that cursed) with an over abundance of the clumsies.
She and her brothers have reached the 5 month mark and they are not near as clumsy as she is. That poor girl cannot get within inches of water without spilling it. Usually she spots a fly, or we have had an invasion of fruit flies this summer and she has spied one of them, and she leaps for it. Most cats somehow mange to keep in mind that there is a water dish there and upon landing have avoided falling in it. Not Khalia. When she lands, it is usually right in the water, sending water flying in one direction and the bowl in another.
She insists on sleeping on a certain shelf, yet somehow manages to fall off it, sending everything to the floor with her. She will run helter skelter and in her hurry to get to her destination run right over anyone and thing, knocking things flying. We have taken to holding our breathes when she goes to get a drink, or gets around something she might send crashing to the floor.
It really is very funny, and has us in stitches so often with her antics. Mom keeps a large glass vase on a platter on the coffee table filled with water for the cats (there is also a large bowl on the floor, this is the one Khalia tends to spill) and sometimes Khalia will run and leap onto the coffee table to get a drink, but upon landing go into a slide. Her butt hits the table and her feet spread wide trying to stop the slide. If she bumps into the water and it splashes her, she takes offense and races off the table, usually scattering whatever happens to be on it.
This morning in mom's room she was going after a fly that was on the outside of the window (amazing there are still flies out there after the freezing night time temps we have had) and her claw got stuck in the curtain. She attempted to throw herself clear of the food dishes that were below her, and failed, landing in all four of them, scattering food kibbles everywhere.
I have known another kitten like her, her name was Squirrely Q. I lost her when I went to California. So I cherish little Khalia all the more. There is just something about her that speaks of innocence and vulnerability...she is a treasure.