I have a thing for sequins. Shiny little things that move are just too much for me. I have to eat them, or a least carry them around in my mouth.
The brown sequin skirt was the first.
One day while I still lived under the house, Robin walked past the hole in the wall where I hid to watch them, and I saw sparkles. I stuck my face through the hole out into the garage to get a better look. I smelled food, so I came out all the way. After a short distraction for munching my Evo, I noticed that the skirt was about four feet from me.
I ran toward the skirt, but I couldn’t get all the way to it because Robin was in the skirt, and I still wasn’t sure about her.
Robin noticed my abrupt turn toward a pile of boxes. I watched her from behind the boxes while she turned away from me and stretched out on the garage floor. I guessed she was napping after dinner and thought it would be safe to explore the skirt.
I snuck up on the skirt and started hitting it with my paw (I had to make sure it wasn’t going to get me, didn’t I?). The skirt flinched a little and sparkled, but it didn’t come after me. I climbed on. I looked around for awhile, tried to dig up some sparkles and then took my after dinner bath surrounded by sequins.
After that, I didn’t mind having Robin around as long as she didn’t come too close to me. Robin made the effort to show me she respects a kitten’s need for autonomy.
I make the effort to dig for shiny objects.