Mango loves to play with bits of string and cords, and her razor-sharp teeth have already bitten right through my Skull Candy earphones, which I can't say I'm all that thrilled about. She also displays great interest in electrical appliance cords and we will have to make sure they are all unplugged otherwise it's only a matter of time before she has a shocking experience.
We've blocked up all the holes where she could get lost inside the workings of a timber-frame home - I have visions of us tearing down drywalling trying to locate the source of the mewing! She is a great climber, and the future of my curtains seems uncertain - perhaps one of those commercial scratching posts will keep her occupied, although it might just be a great sense of adventure that makes her a climber. I'm unable to sit or stand for long without her running up my legs, and if I am not wearing long pants it can be a pretty painful experience. Her favourite place is on my shoulder and the leg ladder works for her. Normal people would have a parrot on their shoulders, but we must be a different kind of pirate!
Although I feel as though I have been totally lacerated after Mango has run up my leg, it is nothing compared to what my niece has experienced. She got caught in the middle of a midnight cat fight and the wounds inflicted on her feet and legs by savage bites and scratching look as though they have been inflicted by a Bengal tiger, not a domestic animal. Each puncture mark is surrounding by dark bruising and a scratch stretching from her toes across the bottom of her foot and up the back of the heel is so deep it looks like a knife slash. She even called the paramedics such was the shock of the attack.
So for the moment, Mango will be forgiven for being a climbing cat, but it won't be bare legs for me.
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