Apparently, climbing on the overturned kitchen stools has given Griffin enough practice that he can face any ladder, no matter how precarious. As witnessed above, he climbed my fold-up clothes-drying rack. Not only did he make it to the top (which I never thought he could manage), he enjoyed it so much that he kept biting me when I tried to get him down. He also wrapped his front paws around the rungs and held on for dear life when I tried to pull him off. It was a losing battle, though I did manage to rescue my clothes.
His performance supports my recent conclusion that he must be in the midst of his "terrible twos" (at age 14 weeks). The lady whose home he was fostered in did say he was one of the most energetic kittens she had ever seen ....
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