Tearing up tissue paper, going on road trips, going to the park, going anywhere and everywhere in O-kasan's car, chasing the duster (even though O-kasan says something like "not a toy", I just ignore her), licking the faucet, drinking from O-kasan's or O-tosan's cup (whatever they are drinking is far more interesting than that clear stuff in a bowl), playing in the bathroom, playing in the sink, playing with water (it doesn't bother me for some reason. I even enjoy baths!!),watching O-kasan cook, walking or even laying on the computer keyboard, jumping into the laundry machine, walking all over my humans--especially when it is dark, napping in my penthouse, napping near O-kasan's butt, napping on top of O-tosan's belly, walking on glass table tops as soon as O-kasan finished cleaning them, yelling at my humans for no reason---especially when they come home (don't they know they are not supposed to leave without me!?), conquering a string or anything string-like, scratching the columns of my cat condo, getting into cupboards, all plastic bags, suitcases, boxes, you name it, I'm in it.
Other cats (especially Siamese) out there.
Steeley Dan
Lost and Six Feet Under
Any book or magazine my O-kasan is reading, I will lay on it. Who wants to look at words when you can look at me???
Mr. Nikko Peepers (who has yet to create his own myspace)