I've looked high and low for a "missing" kitty many times. What cracks me up is when they come out and look at you as if to say, "I wasn't lost, I knew where I was all the time!"
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I've looked high and low for a "missing" kitty many times. What cracks me up is when they come out and look at you as if to say, "I wasn't lost, I knew where I was all the time!"
Your Majesty Boo Bear ... if you're going to hang out in the cabinet, maybe you could leave the door open so meowmie can find you.
My RB fur-niece Jasmine had a favorite hidey spot. My sister had a hutch in her dining room for many years. They lived in a bungalow so the bathroom was right off the dining room. And the bottom shelf of the hutch held extra towels. Jazzie figured out how to get the door open and she would lie on the clean towels! My sister kept a red towel on the top of the pile for Jazzie to lie on. Now I have the hutch in my spare bedroom. First thing I did after I inherited it? Went to Kohl's and bought a red towel for the bottom shelf for Jasmine (now Jazzie Angel kitty).
True, or they look at you as if to say, "What" with a devilish smile on their face.Quote:
Originally Posted by katladyd
Oh Mary, how I can relate to what you went through. Been there, done that.
You don't know whether to strangle them or hug them to death. LOL!!!!