Monday, February 28, 2011

Bear's Adventures Through the Breaking Glass, Redux

Last summer it was the living room window. Several months ago it was one of the glass doors in my living room curio cabinet.

Today it was one of the glass doors on the dining room hutch, and this time I actually saw him do it. He shattered it by slamming both paws flat against it.

I’m thankful none of it got into his eyes, since pieces of it went flying in all directions. In fact, he walked away with nothing but a small cut on the palm of his left hand.

This particular glass will be next to impossible to replace, as it was very uniquely cut and designed for that hutch, which was bought at a place no longer in business. The doors were opened by pressing gently on the glass with a fingertip.

It’s only a matter of time before he follows suit with the bathroom mirror, the sliding glass door to the patio, and his bedroom window.

Knock on wood. (Oh yes, he does that, too; ditto the drywall.)


But not glass. Please, not the glass.

3 comments:

Jean said...

I'm sorry, but eventually there won't be ANY glass left for him to break!!

Phyllis J. Towzey said...

Oh, no, did the breakables inside the hutch survive?

I wonder what made him suddenly think of pressing on the glass. Glad he wasn't hurt.

Karen Lingefelt said...

Yes, the breakables survived, but they'll have to be moved. It's mostly Murano glass I bought in Venice, Italy nearly a quarter of a century ago (!) and who knows when I'll ever go back there again!

Mr. Lucky replaced the broken window and curio cabinet with plexiglass, and that's what will likely happen with the hutch.

Baby Bear may be attracted to his reflection. But he also does this hand-slamming on other, non-reflective surfaces.