As I have posted before, Izaak loves IKEA mousies.
We went to a cat show with Lorelai nine days after we got him, and he already displayed his love for mousies by packing one for me in our suitcase.
But what happens when the mousies, especially the white ones, get dirty?
Well…I wash them, and then I put them in the dryer. Here you have some of Zak’s freshly laundered mousies.
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?”
When I take the laundry out of the dryer, I pile it all onto the bed so I can fold it and put it away.
I did this one Sunday afternoon, and then while I was folding, I noticed a little red head buried under the clothes and towels.
Angel had been sleeping on the bed under the covers and I didn’t see her…so I’d dumped the laundry right on top of her!
She gave me such a look.
“Sigh…don’t mind me. Brain the size of a planet, why should anyone pay any attention to me? Life, don’t talk to me about life…”
She didn’t move, though. She stayed right there under the covers, under the laundry. She seems to be braver in the new apartment; the old Angel would have run away when all the clothes buried her.
Before I’d come along, Angel had been sleeping under the covers with her head on my pillow. I’d never seen her do that before, either.
She actually stayed there for most of the afternoon.
She’s been doing a lot of new and different things since we moved. I think the new territory agrees with her!
One bittersweet thing about moving is that now we will be in an apartment in which Gun-Hee never lived.
So many things in our apartment now remind me of him.
Even ordinary things, like laundry.
He always had to do his best to help!
Now, most cats would try to sit in the dryer, but not our Gun-Hee…
He was happy to sit in the washer as well.
At least, he was happy to stay in there until I threatened to turn on the water!
Then he was off to find some other chore to help with.
These photos were taken in April 2007, when Gun-Hee was only 7 months old…and two years before Jacoby was born.
I honestly have no idea what the fascination is, but Jacoby is seriously fixated on getting into the laundry closet and getting in behind the washer-dryer.
He waits for one of us to open the door. He literally lies in wait. And he waits until we think he’s not going to go in there this time…and then he dives back there. And he won’t come out. For anything.
Well…almost anything. The laser pointer won’t work. Fun toys won’t work. Apart from reaching back in there and physically dragging him out, the only thing that will get him out from back there is opening a can of food.
At least, it’s working now.
As I posted earlier today, my husband was home today doing things around the house, and Jacoby was “helping.”
Here is Jake “helping” take the whites out of the dryer.
And here he and Tessie “help” fold jeans.
Even the most mundane tasks are more fun when you have an Aby “helping” you.
Both Jacoby and his late brother Gun-Hee were fascinated with the washing machine. Jacoby is also unafraid of water. Last weekend, we did one load of washing, and while the machine was filling, I turned to put in the bedding. When I turned back, Jake was halfway in the washer!
This is the second load. I was hoping to catch him in the washer again. Here’s Jake watching the washer fill up.