Smarty Pants

Yes, this is a brand of vitamin that we sell at work, but this story is about my cat.

 Raven taking in the breeze in the kitchen window.  We don't get to open them much around here.

My little Raven is too smart for his own good sometimes.  This cat loves to eat rubber bands, so I have to always think like a cat around here and put things up that could become cat toys.  This is easy since I’ve been doing it for years but sometimes things still get left in a cat’s reach that shouldn’t have.

I had to take a fat, blue rubber band away from him tonight.  I’m not sure how it ended up on the floor, but he had it and was playing with it.  I have a small, square open box that I put rubber bands in on the panty shelf because they come in handy.  I think I figured out how the rubber bands are ending up on my pantry floor.  Once this cat gets an idea in his head, he won’t let it rest until he can accomplish what he has in mind.  I was putting things away and found him up on the pantry shelf fishing rubber bands out of that container.  I was shocked.  He always figures out a way to go someplace.  I think he probably climbed up on the cat food bucket and then started on the shelving until he reached his destination.  Little rascal.  It was funny and I wished I had a picture.

In the end, I had to take his prize away from him and give him a squeeze and hug instead.

Counting noses

Raven

I have to do this every night to make sure the cats are accounted for before going to bed.  Last night Raven was missing and I finally found him the pantry.  He’d been in there at least three hours and never made a peep.  When I opened the door, he strolled out and waited for me to pick him up and give him a squeeze.  Then he headed for the laundry room where I keep water, dry cat food and the litter boxes.

I guess he would have stayed in there all night unless he finally made enough noise trying to get out and woke us up.

 Koki

Last winter, Koki was missing one night so we gathered a flashlight, put on a jacket and were getting ready to go out and scour the neighborhood for her.  It was raining and cold, so I reached into the entry closet to get a raincoat and she came walking out.  She’d been in there for hours and never made a sound.

I don’t know why the cats are like that.  Perhaps they think they found a new place to play, a secret hideaway to explore.  Cats can fiddle with something for hours, so I don’t think they ever get bored enough to make enough noise to be found.  They’d have to leave their fantasy and get back to their ordinary world.  What fun is in there to that?