We don’t feed dry cat food to our cats regularly anymore at all. When we do give them dry food, it is fed as a treat. The problem is, we have some leftover prescription diet foods that we gave to Jacoby and Pyret. And we also we win bags of dry food at cat shows, really good, high-protein brands, which is what we give them when we do give them dry.
We have a few more-or-less catsafe storage places in our apartment, and one of these is in our laundry room. All the cats know we keep food in there, and the opportunistic little jerks never pass up a chance to try to get a snack when I have the laundry room door open ( you may recall that we have to latch the door because Alfred has worked out how to open that door).
So, the other day I left the door open for about a minute whilst putting laundry away. The cats, I thought, we all napping around the house, so I thought it was safe. Boy, was I wrong.
In the time it took me to go from the laundry room, dump the clothes onto the bed, and go back to put the next load in our drying closet…Lorelai AND Dashiell were up on top of it, nomming happily away on some of Jake’s leftover Urinary prescription diet. Since it wasn’t in a bin, I am fairly certain it didn’t have a hole in it yet, either. Never underestimate cats when it comes to food!
I didn’t know Dash even knew how to get up there!
So. We know for certain that it is Alfred who is opening and ransacking our kitchen cabinet.
But what I didn’t know…
…was that he also tried to chew into packets of rice noodles! Dried rice noodles are as far from anything cat-edidble that…I can’t even.. Freddy, WTF were you thinking!?
But Freddy isn’t entirely evil. I did laundry and piled it onto our bed.
And look at what he did! He napped next to the laundry, not on the laundry. So, okay…he’s not a completely evil genius!
Jacoby has this crazy fascination with the laundry closet.
Whenever the door is opened, he bolts into the closet and hides behind the washer. I mean, he literally comes running when he hears the door opening.
And once he goes in there, it’s nearly impossible to get him to come out. Not even treats will dislodge him from his lair.
I’ve even tried shutting him up in there for a few minutes so he can see how boring it is in there. Apparently, it’s not boring to him. He’ll stay in there as long as he can.
When he wants to come out, he just pushes the door open if it’s closed. I just don’t understand what he finds so interesting in there. There’s nothing behind the washing machine! What are you doing back there, Jake?
Well, here it is…the end of 2015. What an unexpected year this has been! And next year will be even more exciting. Right now, I’m in Sweden, celebrating with Björn and Kalle (and Pyret of course), but what is Jacoby doing tonight? How is he celebrating?
How else? He’s napping in the clean laundry, naturally. What else does one do on New Year’s Eve?
“Wait, it’s WHAT time?”
“Damn, I’m gonna miss the ball dropping! Can you wheel a TV in here? Thanks.”
Yesterday’s post about Jacoby’s fascination with the laundry closet reminded me that Gun-Hee had a similar fascination.
He was a little more into the laundry than Jake is, though.
And I mean that literally. He would sit in the washer…at least, until I turned on the water. Of course, I always checked before I did that…but sometimes, starting the machine was the only way to get him out of there!
He also liked to bite the knobs.
Abys are so…weird.
Jacoby has the oddest fascination with the laundry closet in our apartment. I have no idea why it holds such fascination for him, but he just loves going behind the washing machine. He did it in our old apartment, and he still does it.
He’s super sneaky about it, too. You can call him and call him, and he won’t come out. I have no idea what he does back there.
If you use food, you might get a reaction. “What, mom?”
“Awwww….do I have come out?”