Susu is losing her kittenish roundness and becoming a lean Jakarta cat.
She is nearly two soda-cans long now and bursting with energy -- if you want to sit on the couch reading or working on the computer, it's wise to have at least a dozen crumpled balls of paper to throw, as well as some golf tees, little plastic balls, and badminton shuttlecocks. She chases them but she doesn't bring them back, so after tossing them all you have to get up, collect them, and toss them again.
Chad and I had the day off, so we went out and got a new teakettle to replace our cheap, crummy one from Carrefour, which smelled like rotting fish every time we boiled water. Susu spent the afternoon playing with the box. It reminded me of one of my favorite radio moments ever, whenTerry Gross was interviewing the genius musician Tom Waits.
"What did you first learn to play music on?" she asked him.
"Ohhhh, I don't know," he growled. "Uhhh .... a box."
Who knows -- maybe Susu will become an amazing songwriter too.
It takes a while, but if you wear her out, she gets pretty snuggly.