The monsters are definitely fully fledged members of the norty club now
Chester has now made it his mission to get on top of my fridge – never mind that there’s a wine rack up there, he just knocks that off.
Yesterday was a day of great achievements for him. He finally managed to jump to the top of the fridge and then excelled himself by leaping onto the top of my kitchen door. Of course, once he was wobbling around up there he got completely stuck and proceeded to wail for me to rescue him
When he’s not doing that, he likes to turn on the kitchen tap and lie underneath it. Yip, he has now learned how to open cupboards, use door handles (he broke the bedroom handle) and turn on taps. Of course, he ensures he walks on as many surfaces as possible to achieve maximum wet paw print coverage
We frequently get surprised while watching telly when his paws, ears and eyes appear over the top of it as he attempts to scale it from behind.
Beau is naughty by stealth.
He climbs curtains with the quiet determination and agility of a ninja
He can chew through a phone charger cable without detection. He particularly enjoys hanging from the edge of my leather sofa to carry out surprise attacks on Chester. The only trace he leaves is the (many) scratches.
He has developed admirable food stealing techniques. He managed to stick his head in a yoghurt pot before I’d even had a spoonful on Saturday
His favourite game is knocking over my floor lamp and attempting to crawl inside it
They are utter monsters. My house is pretty much trashed. We are woken several times a night by furniture crashing to the floor. My clothes all have snags because I frequently 'wear' Chester like an extra item of clothing. But I bloody adore them. They are just wonderful
And then, after they’ve run amok for a few hours leaving a trail of carnage in their wake….they do this….and my heart melts
