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Sparkle has gotten herself closed in closets more times than I can count, in the 13 years she has been with me. That girl is so NOSEY!
Her latest is her OWN fault. She plays with the kitchen cabinets, gets inside, then can't get herself out. She sits slamming the door until I go open it for her. Out she struts, proud as can be! She has trained her human! :D
With 10 cats, 14 furkids, I regularly do a tail count. If I need to know where Dad is too, I do a nose count!
At least you didn't lock her in a small kitchen cabinet. I locked Trixie in the kitchen cabinet last week. I couldn't understand where my little piggy was during feeding time. I looked and looked for her until I heard a slight mew in the kitchen. She jumped in the cabinet earlier while I was getting something out of the cabinet.
We have all done it. Since are house still is not finnished, I have to watch the attic. Boots gets chased and climbs the walls, then forces her way into the attic. Now there are 2 ways down, I can open the pull down stairs or she falls through. I then have too put the insulation back in and replace the plastic shield. So untill the sheet rock is up, I go into a panic as I store my models up there. There are pictures of my CREW and the models on www.jsgill.net By the way several of the models are insured for
over $ 40,000.00
All three of my idjets (I say that affectionately lol) have gotten stuck in places just by being sneaky. I've gotten in the habbit of doing a head count before I leave too, just to make sure one of them isn't stuck somewhere.
Cats can get IN to anything and everything but have a really hard time with getting OUT! :rolleyes::D
My RB tuxie Mortimer would jump down behind the washer and dryer and then couldn't get out. He only did this when a friend of my son's would come to visit - he either hated him or was scared of him - for some unknown reason.
My son would have to pull the washer out to get Morty out, so after doing this several times, I would just close Morty in my bedroom when the offending party came around.
Myndi hated this guy too. Don't know what the animals saw that we didn't. :confused:
Ellie,
Animals are VERY smart!! When my Dad remarried (UGH!!!) and went on his honeymoon, I cat sat for him. I HATED cats at the time (I'm reformed) so I brought her to my apartment. She sat in the window and hissed at me. She hid under my waterbed and only came out at night when I was asleep.
They can sense when something is outta whack with a person. Could be your son's friend doesn't like cats. Never say never. But then again, look at me..A REFORMED CAT HATER!!!
Sandie,
You KNOW what they say killed the cat...CURIOSITY!!! Helllooooo!!!
John,
Boy are YOU looking for trouble!!!!Quote:
So untill the sheet rock is up, I go into a panic as I store my models up there. There are pictures of my CREW and the models on www.jsgill.net By the way several of the models are insured for
over $ 40,000.00
This brought back memories of my Taz. In his time (as an only cat) he was locked out in the garage several times, in the extra bedroom a couple, in the coat closet and linen closet at least once and under the house once. :eek: But of course, it was Bruce that "accidentally" did all of these.
When we couldn't find him we would make the rounds looking in all of these places.
Paizly has been out in the garage (not to mention outside overnight!!). But I learned to find the cat before we left the house. Several times it was a cat hunt before we went to dinner. I mean, I always love Easter Egg hunts, but come on!!
I'm glad Lucie Lu is a happy camper again. :D