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22 July 2008 @ 11:42 am
Doofus Cat  
Another line of moderate-to-severe thunderstorms came through around midnight-thirty last night.

This occurred after ladyat and I finished watching the last episode of Dr. Who Season 4 and just after she wandered up to bed not feeling well at all. I chose to stay up a bit while the weather radio was going off for storm warnings, to make sure nothing worse built up (wanting to have plenty of time to get her down to the basement if bad happens. Which it didn't, though we got a lot of lightning and wind and rain.)

About that time, with a frantically frightened dog at my feet, I realized we hadn't seen the cat all evening.

No nudging to get into laps and plates while we ate dinner, no "sneaking" up onto chairs and arms of chairs during Dr. Who, and no complaining about lack of attention during that time.

I went through the house looking in his normal hiding places, becoming more concerned as I failed to locate him that he had somehow gotten outside during the afternoon and was stuck in the storm.

To make a long story short, after searching each room and the basement multiple times, I finally decided to open each of the kitchen cabinets just in case.

While opening the corner lazy susan, I heard a faint jingle. So, I spun it all the way around.

Out comes the cat. Who then begins to complain that he needs attention because we've obviously been crassly ignoring him all night.

We think he climbed in there while ladyat was pulling out some barbecue sauce to make glaze for our dinner.

Current Mood: amusedamused
Maia Cmaiac on July 22nd, 2008 04:09 pm (UTC)
It was all your fault, of course. "It's always the catstaff's fault, especially when it's the cat's own fault."
Keriskeristor on July 22nd, 2008 04:10 pm (UTC)
This occurred after ladyat and I finished watching the last episode of Dr. Who Season 4 and just after she wandered up to bed not feeling well at all.

I felt much the same about that last episode. I hope she feels better soon...

(The cat in the cupboard goes round and round...)
Bill Suttonbedlamhouse on July 22nd, 2008 04:18 pm (UTC)
I don't think it was causal. (*grin*)

I'll refrain from commenting in order to avoid spoilers save that while it may have been OK in where it left things with the Doctor himself, I wasn't particularly comfortable with how it got there. Which has summed up a lot of this season for me, really.
carolfcarolf on July 22nd, 2008 04:25 pm (UTC)
You'd go blind-crazy with our Treat.

Treat has learned how to open any door that is not latched. (Door knobs are beyond her, but if she can pry from below or above, the door is hers.)

A particular cupboard in the bathroom used to be her favorite hidey-hole, with an occasional vacation in a particular cupboard in the kitchen.

Then she discovered the towels inside the armoire.

Pumpkin has picked up the hidey bug -- now that the top drawers are out of the dresser in the TV room -- and jumps into the middle drawer through the upper drawer opening. It would be a great hidey, if she didn't make so much noise scrambling in.
stevieanniestevieannie on July 22nd, 2008 04:26 pm (UTC)
My next door neighbour's kitten did this to the babysitter, who was convinced that she'd managed to accidentally let it out. We spent *all* evening wandering up and down the road shaking cat biscuits and shouting, "Tilly! Tilly!".

Stupid cat had gotten shut in the food cupboard. *sigh*
starmalachite: Heidi Owl Catstarmalachite on July 22nd, 2008 04:57 pm (UTC)
The day stevemb & I moved into our current house, we imprisoned the 2 cats we had at the time in the main bathroom while we worked.

Steve needed something, so he very carefully opened the door. No cats attempting escape. In fact, no cats at all. He called me and we started searching the house.

Before it went on too long, Steve realized that the ledge over the toilet was just wide enough for a small cat to perch on. He moved the towel, hanging on its rack above the ledge -- and there sat Satin, scowling at him.

The only other closed space in the room is the cabinet below the sink. Steve opened the door and found Heidi, glaring at him much like her attached icon.

It didn't surprise us that she somehow opened the cabinet door. All she needed to do was put her paws on the top edge and lean back; there's no latch. What we've never figured out is how on earth she managed to *close* it.
carolfcarolf on July 24th, 2008 05:29 am (UTC)
If she does it the same way Treat does, it's a simple matter of the mechanics of the cabinet door itself.

Treat pulls back on the door (either from below or from on top) to open the door just enough for her to slip in. If she does it fast enough, she gets in before the door closes on its own -- she hasn't opened it enough to throw the balance towards open, so the door swings closed again, making a bit of a bouncing sound as it bumps closed. If she isn't quite quick enough, the door bounces closed before she gets in. So she keeps at it until she gets in.

The bumping/bouncing can be entertaining -- we can hear the "Treat drum tattoo" pretty much throughout the house.
starmalachite: Satin On Sofastarmalachite on July 25th, 2008 05:02 am (UTC)
she hasn't opened it enough to throw the balance towards open, so the door swings closed again

We figured it must have been something like that, but I don't think that exact scenario would work with these doors.

Besides, Heidi has never done anything fast in her life.

A pic of Satin this time, to fend off jealous cat spats. *g*

Edited to fix HTML

Edited at 2008-07-25 05:03 am (UTC)
judifilksignjudifilksign on July 22nd, 2008 06:29 pm (UTC)
Many years ago, I was trying to keep my darling husband's childhood cat, a Maine Coon named "Kitty," out of the corner lazy susan.

As Kitty poked his nose in, I shut it in his face. He *looked* at me, then quite deliberately hit the door hard enough to make it swing in, caught the opposite corner as it opened toward the room, and pulled the cabinet door open completely around. He *looked* at me again, then walked away slowly, flirting his tail.

Clearly Kitty was stating "I can get in anytime I want anyway, honey, so Mweh!"
sffilksffilk on July 22nd, 2008 07:03 pm (UTC)
Hopefully Brenda's feeling better today.
Omega: Pratchettwere_gopher on July 22nd, 2008 07:52 pm (UTC)
Mungo cat's usual place to get stuck is in the pull out larder shelves. He hops in the bottom while I'm looking at the cans on the top and then, as it shuts, hops onto the bottom shelf where the kids juice boxes and suchlike are kept. I'm sure the space of time between him getting stuck and his yowling to be let out is because he's got a long term plan of working out how to get from the bottom shelf to the top shelf where the tuna cans are.
carolfcarolf on July 23rd, 2008 04:17 pm (UTC)
A fair description of kitty-hell. Enclosed space full of tuna in cans ... and no opposable thumb.
archiver_timarchiver_tim on July 22nd, 2008 08:25 pm (UTC)
...finished watching the last episode of Dr. Who Season 4
It's interesting to listen to the commentary to learn the secret: Red dust bin bags means this is a London Street, black dust bin bags means this is a Cardif street. A piece of information that I did not know is a clue, so I had no clue.
The Cajun Gypsythatcrazycajun on July 22nd, 2008 09:29 pm (UTC)
Not long after I moved in to my present apartment, one of my beloved Songbird's three cats (I sent two of them to live with her in Africa weeks later) managed to hide herself so brilliantly I spent the better part of an hour frantically searching the place and fearing she'd gotten outside. I finally found her in the back of the kitchen cabinet underneath the sink, far enough back that she wouldn't be seen without poking one's head entirely in the cabinet.

But for true feline doofosity, nothing beats the time Ari the Humongous Orange Tabby managed to get himself marooned behind the refrigerator in our old apartment (vacated last year). Poor SB was quite bewildered to hear him crying but not see him anywhere until it dawned on her that he'd climbed up on the counter next to the fridge, jumped down into the very narrow space behind it and then realized he couldn't get back out as easily. Guess who had to go haul the entirely-full icebox out of its niche *by himself* enough to let the dumbassed kitty crawl out?
janmagicjanmagic on July 23rd, 2008 02:45 am (UTC)
you say you looked through the house for the kitty. for those who have not been to your house, dont realize that this is not a simple task. just how many rooms and hallways and floors did you travel on this search? and just how many hiding places does this cat have in each room?

our mom cat likes to go into the coat closet when nick get home. so it goes
hi honey, scrape scrape and let the cat out of the closet.

min0taurmin0taur on July 23rd, 2008 12:55 pm (UTC)
Perhaps the corner Lazy Susan is the only acceptable indoor substitute for a tree. No hook-and-ladder, but nearly the same dramatic potential. Silly creature. Glad you found him.
carolfcarolf on July 23rd, 2008 04:21 pm (UTC)
Our builder told us of a staircase his brother (another of the crew, who specializes in staircases) was making at another build.

The folks had put an entire oak tree trunk in the middle of the main hall/entry/open area, around which they wished him to build a spiral staircase (3 floors and a cathedral ceiling.)

None of us knows if the people share the house with any felines, though ...