Too smart for his own good!

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Puffy, Lord Greything, is a very bright kitty. We couldn't tell when he was a baby, he was just a fluffy gray eating-and-pooping machine. As a teenager, he began to demonstrate his ability to figure things out. He'll be two in a couple of months, and he's a gorgeous cat with soft, thick, luxurious fur and purple paw pads. He has been fascinated with drawers for a few months now. Anytime he hears one open, he dashes to it and jumps up to peer inside. Sometimes he'll grab my arm with both paws and pull whatever I took out of the drawer to his nose for a deep sniff. That's pretty damn annoying, because it usually means I have to wash the utensil again, but he's so adorable, I let him get away with it. He almost gave me a heart attack this morning. Cat feeding was done, they had scattered to their fav nap places, or so I thought, and I was ready to make my breakfast. Needed the spatula, looked around, didn't see Puffy, open the drawer, still no Puffy, closed the drawer... and a gray missile shot up from directly beneath the drawer, wrapped both paws around my arm and swung there! I was so startled, I dropped the spatula and screamed! He knew exactly what he was doing, too. Puffy startles easily and runs like hell when I yell at the dogs, but when I screamed in fright, he just swung from my arm, with a smug look on his face. Cheeky little b*st*rd! If you're curious, I told the story of how Puffy and his brother came into our lives here: http://www.mylot.com/w/discussions/1130495.aspx