So, we have a lot of cats. I used to NOT be a cat person, more of a DOG person growing up, since our family had three dogs while I was growing up, and one cat (if I remember correctly, that got distemper and my pseudo-vet sister nursed it through by giving it droppers of Gatorade.)
So, we currently have FOUR cats, Whose names are Tribble (From the Trouble With Tribbles, a classic Star Trek episode),
(note, this guy is 17 years old, so he's fragile and somewhat cranky)
Kato (so named because of his clumsy Ninja skills), Kuro (Japanese for black. Go figure, it's a black cat),
and last but certainly not least, Cappuccino Jack (nicknamed Bean Bun for no logical reason)
This cat gets on the counter to eat our dinner before it's served. Not just steak or fish. He's often seen hauling a strand of cooked spaghetti through the house, or a leaf of lettuce. He eats all kinds of things he's not supposed to.
How, you may ask, does this have anything to do with ADHD?
Glad you asked.
You see, every morning our family gets pills. Ones like the one in the picture below.
Yet, we are seen every morning by our Mahar Shalal Hash Baz kitty consuming these tasty trifles. Not with any relish, but just to be able to function in HomeSchool.
My oldest son, just about to re-enter college, left his happy little pill just like the one above, lying on the counter, rather than ingesting it. (He says they make him nervous...)
The very same counter ol' Bean Bun climbs on to steal our FOOD.
Oh no, he didn't.
Oh yes, he did.
So, thankfully, he decided that, since it was FOOD, it required just a tad of chewing. And he discovered quickly that these pills taste quite different on the INSIDE than they do on the OUTSIDE.
Spitting and hissing, he left the pill half-eaten. But he spent the rest of the day calmer, more organized, and studious than he's been in his entire kitty existence.
Which goes quite a ways to proving out that he actually IS ADHD, a theory we've had for quite some time, observing the way he runs through the house every day until he is completely out of energy. Zipping under couches only to pop out elsewhere, claws extended, to shred someone's leg or one of his fellow citizens of the Cat Kingdom.
This goes to show why we try to keep these substances, well, controlled, as attested to by this lock on the cabinet...
So, this morning, he's back to his usual playful ADHD self. Here he is a few hours ago, playing with and attacking some of Maya's blown coat. Yes, please don't tell anyone, but he has a thing for large tufts of dog hair...
We were studying Psalm 60 and 61. When it came time to cover the part where God says 'Over Edom I will cast my shoe', I did what I often do, and pulled off my shoe and threw it across the room.
Bean Bun went after it, chasing it up the stairs, and then leaping to his usual attack vantage point:
Sigh. Hurry To The Spoils, back at it again.