Stalker

Ryan was sitting in my lap this morning while I was cruising blogs. I didn't think much of it when he stared hard at the wall or when he grumbled and started toward it via the over desk route. I thought he saw a fly and I was happy to let him hunt it. When I realized there was no fly I grabbed the camera. The camera is a little slower on the draw than I like so I didn't get the exact shots I wanted.


First he got on the back of the printer stand and reached for it, but it was a little too high.













So he got onto the printer, and that proved a little easier. (Note to self: Get a plastic cover for the printer, and make sure to keep it off when not in use or he'll be faxing copies of his tail to Japan.)









Finally, after considerable grumbling, he was able to get to the object of his attention and took a good swat at the second hand of the clock. He missed, of course. Naturally my shot went wild when he leaped for it and ended up on the floor. He didn't scratch the paint on the wall nearly as badly as I thought he had.






The clock has come down temporarily. Hopefully he'll figure out that he can't get to the second hand while it's on the floor and won't try to catch it again when I put it back up. I guess it's time to go find the toys they've lost.