It is not always easy, this living with three cats. We spend A Lot of our time thinking of things that we want to do, and then trying to figure out how we can prevent the cats from then wrecking it.
For example, my husband brought in one of our plants this morning because we didn’t want it to freeze outside (although it was my personal opinion that the plant would have a better chance of survival outside than it would inside, where it would be at the mercy of Team Destructo.)
In order to be extra careful, he took the pot containing the plant and put it inside another, heavier pot, thinking that would make it much more difficult for the beasts to knock it over. Because, oh, The Knocking Things Over, how they do love it! I’ve almost decided to just go ahead and leave all of the trash cans in the Permanently Knocked-Over Position, just to make it easier for them to root around in all of our garbage. (Because buried deep inside the trash cans is where we keep all of our treasures-don’t you?)
So this morning I watched as Tigger tried to figure out how to unlock this new puzzle. My husband was right-the heavier pot saved the plant from being knocked over. But unfortunately, what with expending all our energy in preventing attacks from the side, we forgot to prevent against attacks from the top.
So I sat at my desk and watched as, through a stunning combination of teeth and paws, Tigger just reached right inside the pot and lifted the plant up and out, setting it down carefully next to him for further inspection at a later time.
Because of course inside the pot there is Disgustingly Dirty Brown Water! Which we must poke over and over again with our paw! And flick all over the kitty mama’s office! And drink! And then probably throw up again later this afternoon!
We’re so proud.
OMG LOL (literally, even).
“(Because buried deep inside the trash cans is where we keep all of our treasures-don’t you?)”
You know what they say….One man’s trash, is another cat’s treasure. 🙂
Ah, your cats are well trained. I have to say I LOVE them!
I have to say I LOVE them!
Yeah, we do too-most of the time 😛
One man’s trash, is another cat’s treasure.
Ain’t that the truth!
N. Mallory says
I laughed so hard I cried.
At my house, it’s not just the cats you have to watch for…it’s the Pug.
The cats just want to eat plants, any kind of plant — fake, real, toxic, nontoxic — and throw it up again somewhere inconvenient like in the bed where it will be discovered in the dark after the human has gone to bed or behind a bookshelf where it will be found a week later by smell…
But the Pug wants to eat and chew everything and if there’s a chase scene involved, all the better. Socks and underwear are extra fun. And if he has something REALLY good, he’ll sit with his back to the humans while he’s chewing because if he can’t see them, they can’t see him chewing, even if his head is moving around like a big bobble head while he makes smacking sounds as he gnaws apart the collectible Scooby Doo Bobblehead someone gave the human two years ago. Once discovered, well, he’s smaller and faster and can slide across the wood floors as he holds most of his treasure, even if it’s the new plunger, in his mouth.