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I was putting clothes into the washing machine when the cat jumps up there. I was expecting this, because the doors to the utility niche-thing in my hallway are kept closed all the time, ever since the cat jumped down into the space between the side of the dryer and the wall and got stuck there. She eventually jumped out, but she's gotten fatter and a bit less nimble over the past year and I'm not entirely sure she'd be able to jump out now. Anyway, the doors are kept closed so they are the HOLY GRAIL and she must try to jump up on the washer and dryer every chance she gets.
There's a shelf above the washer and dryer that taller people presumably keep detergent on, but I stuff things I don't need much up there because I are short. She likes to jump up there and look imperiously down on me.
Today her lack of nimbleness meant that she didn't get a really good grip on the shelf when she jumped there (not entirely sure why - it's less than the height to the bathroom counter, where her water is, and I've never seen her miss that jump), and fell backwards, twisting, onto the dryer. I'm standing there loading clothes in, and of course my natural instinct is to try to CATCH THE FUCKING CAT.
I shall spare you the gory details, but I think I've gotten off lightly. There is one long scratch crossways across the top of my wrist, which means that I look like an exceptionally incompetent suicide, and the cat stalked around for a while freaked out that some MYSTERIOUS FORCE had obviously thrown her down on top of the dryer because she couldn't POSSIBLY be that clumsy, and has now completely forgotten about it and curled up in her box lid asleep.
There's a shelf above the washer and dryer that taller people presumably keep detergent on, but I stuff things I don't need much up there because I are short. She likes to jump up there and look imperiously down on me.
Today her lack of nimbleness meant that she didn't get a really good grip on the shelf when she jumped there (not entirely sure why - it's less than the height to the bathroom counter, where her water is, and I've never seen her miss that jump), and fell backwards, twisting, onto the dryer. I'm standing there loading clothes in, and of course my natural instinct is to try to CATCH THE FUCKING CAT.
I shall spare you the gory details, but I think I've gotten off lightly. There is one long scratch crossways across the top of my wrist, which means that I look like an exceptionally incompetent suicide, and the cat stalked around for a while freaked out that some MYSTERIOUS FORCE had obviously thrown her down on top of the dryer because she couldn't POSSIBLY be that clumsy, and has now completely forgotten about it and curled up in her box lid asleep.
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It basically goes: show a dog a ball, and place it behind a screen, then take the dog out of the room. While the dog can't see the room, move the screen and ball over to one side a few feet. Bring the dog back into the room, and see if it can find the ball. Usually the first place it looks is behind the screen.
Do the same thing with a cat. When you bring the cat back into the room, the cat looks for the ball in the spot where it would have been had you not moved the screen and ball over.
The general conclusion is that dogs structures space and the locations of objects in space in relation to other objects - it associates the location of the ball with the concept of "behind the screen." Cats, OTOH, structure space and the locations of objects in space in relation to the cat itself - the ball's location is associated with the concept of "this far from me in this direction."
which does scientifically proves that cats are the center of the universe, but it's still fascinating anyway. XD
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I am reminded of The Saga of Toilet-Training The Cat, in the early phase in which the litter box is being moved by stages from its old location into the bathroom...
The cat looked at the empty corner of the kitchen, then at the litter box at the base of the stairs. Then, staring indignantly at Dave the whole while, she stalked over to the kitchen and did her business in The Corner Where Her Litter Box Was SUPPOSED To Be.