The adventures of Flat Chelsea

In the mail yesterday, I got a card in the shape of a cat. A cat that looks exactly like Chelsea. (Well, okay, this cat kind of has a Hitler mustache thing going on, but other than that, exactly.) My glee when I opened the envelope was such that I didn't even bother to read the inside of the card until the next day. (It was from my mother, btw.)

I held up the card so Chelsea could see, and she immediately flinched back like it was going to attack her or something. (She's not the brightest kitty.) Then she sniffed it, then she pawed at it, and apparently having decided it wouldn't fight back, she pounced on it. I don't think she likes Flat Chelsea. At one point, I sat on my bed making the card dance while Chelsea watched suspiciously from the floor. I left it on the shelf next to my pictures, and when I came home for lunch today, it was on the floor, lol. I think somebody might be jealous.

Also, I think I've figured out her game. She likes to swat her toys into small spaces and then get them out - the sofa cushions, under the sofa, under the refrigerator, and last night, I watched her repeatedly toss her ball into the small space between the open door and the wall (where the hinges are), and then run around and get it from the other side of the door, take it back around, and do it all over again. Problem is, a lot of times she swats things, and then can't get them back out. Hence, Kitty Christmas when we clean out under the refrigerator. (P.S. Number of kitty toys found back under the refrigerator already? 6)

Also-also, she drowned a mouse in her water bowl. I'm not sure whether to be proud of her hunting skills, or annoyed that she ruined a perfectly good toy.

ETA: Check out the pretty icon of my baby, made for me by alwaysjbj!