The young’un cat, having won the battle of the fish tank, and proceeding swimmingly with his project to transform himself into an amphibian, has of late been seized by a new evolutionary ambition: a determination to stand on his own hind legs.
This began because there is Something in the ivy. With the young’un cat’s usual outdoor playmates, the deer and the turkeys, off yonder somewhere attending to family matters, he’s had to find something else to absorb his attention. And that Something is in the ivy.
I’m not really sure there actually is Something in the ivy. But he is. Every morning he’s down there, below the deck, peering intently into the mysteries of the thick pale-green-pants-colored coils of ivy winding down the slope.
In order to better focus in on the Something in the ivy, he began standing on his own hind legs, his front paws dangling like those of a kangaroo. Then, occasionally, he will leap into the ivy, in an attempt to apprehend the Something.
He hasn’t come out with anything yet.
Now, after a couple weeks of successfully standing each morn on his own hind legs, he’s begun shuffling forward a few paces on them. I think he’s teaching himself how to walk. Like you and me and Darth Cheney.
I would Tell people about this, but I am afraid that some morning They would come, and put him in a Science Lab. Or a Herzog film.