Cat-astrophies

On a quiet early morning last week, I cheerfully let the dogs out the south door and was puttering around, zombie-like as usual before my coffee, when I felt something was amiss. How I managed to not see it right off when I entered the room still bothers me. This is what I found in the large middle room:

Jet Ranger had lovingly purchased a bag of hay for the rabbit (Fuzz Bucket) and somehow the plastic bag had dragged itself from where it was stored and exploded all over the floor. I spent the next few minutes regrouping the hay and putting it into a sealable bin and contemplating how this had happened in the middle of the night with no sound.

I let the dogs in and they said they had found it that way themselves. I believed them, if only because I know they would be capable of a much bigger mess.

The very next morning I awoke and felt something was amiss again. The sun was barely coming through the window. The dogs were still snuggled up and quiet. Then I saw it. From the smallest sliver of an opening in the chest of drawers. The shark fin!

Cue music. I know you know it.

And don’t ask if I sleep with my camera.

The dreaded “Drawer Cat.”

She was playing in Jet Ranger’s undie drawer and very content to sit and watch the world from her new abode.

We had a long talk. Which made no sense at all since this cat is stone deaf, but I did feel I made an impression upon her. An hour in the corner to think about her misdeeds seems to have helped us reach an understanding.