Attila continues to get acclimated to his new environs - he no longer jumps and runs at EVERY noise; and instead has developing a condition Ian calls "falling over" whereby he walks up to either Ian or me, falls over rather unceremoniously, and rolls sort of half on his back. He languishes on the floor until we give in and scratch his head.
The other morning as I was preparing to leave the house, I heard a very loud, "bang, bang, bang" and considered momentarily that the workmen had arrived early to finish up the house. Alas, that was NOT the case. As I got to the main floor the sound seemed to be coming from the basement, but when I was in the basement, it seemed to be coming from the main floor. When a plaintive, moaning "meeeooooooow" was added to the cacophony, I was pretty sure I knew what had happened.
A couple days earlier, the flooring guy had removed the wooden grate over an old heat register that was in the dining room floor so he could spray-coat it in his shop which meant the vent was open. Attila hadn't shown a great deal of interest in it but on this particular morning, he decided to check it out. Unfortunately for dear old Attila, there is a pivoting flap which enabled him to go one way quite easily but returning was trickier. The banging sound came from Attila pounding his head into the flap.
In a joint effort of Ian trying to lure Attila with treats and me trying to get a grip on the behemoth, we managed to get him out and upon being rescued he casually walked away as if nothing untoward had happened.
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We would like to see more pictures of Attila, frolicking about the house, exploring the venting system, waiting for a head rub. That type of thing. Just because he is not a tiny kitty, does not mean he is any less adorable.
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