Yet another cat story

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So my cat is utterly fascinated by the closet where the washer and dryer live, because it's got - OMG! - a closed door. Every time I do laundry, she rushes over to investigate. I don't like her jumping up on top of them, because she's *really* fascinated by the space between the dryer and the side wall, and the one time she got there, she was stuck for a while because the folding door doesn't open wide enough for har to get through. She tried to jump back up onto the dryer, didn't make it, then spent ten minutes whining loudly and trying to stick her head through the small space between the door and the dryer while MOm and I tried to get our hands in there, under her, to lift her up and onto the dryer. And then when we sat back to contemplate phoning the apartment office and asking them to send someone over to move the dryer for us, the cat realizes that hey! maybe failing to jump onto the dryer once was just a fluke! and jumped up onto the dryer.

So I'd rather not go through this again, and do my best to keep her from jumping on the dryer. This doesn't stop her from jumping *into* the dryer and investigating when I've got it open. That usually doesn't last too long, because getting socked with a handful of wet clothing isn't very pleasant, so she usually jumps right out again. Today she jumped in and sat down, defying my attempts to show her that I was filling the space with wet, cold clothing. Until I ran to get the camera, of course. *Then* she decides she doesn't want to sit in there anymore, oh no. Sheesh.

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[pickledkiki.livejournal.com]

*lol*
Your cat is blonde. ^_^

You might just find some empty boxes to fill the space with - it'll take a few, but it's one less worry.

Maude always likes to check the cabinets if they're open long enough. I've shut him inside of them but that does not seem to discourage the practice; well and it won't harm him any to investigate the dishes.

[telophase.livejournal.com]

Yes. I have long since accepted that I do not have the Einstein of the cat world, ever since I watched her use her paw to open the bathroom door about two inches, then fail to realize that if she did the same thing again and opened the door two *more* inches, then she could actually *enter the door*. Instead she just whined about it.

The only problem with filling the space is that's where I store my brooms-and-mops-type things. But if she does that again, I may just have to move my broken-down moving boxes from the outside closet. Hm.

She's managed to open the cabinet doors before and get in, and they swing shut after her. The one time I saw her do that, I opened the door. I don't know if she's intelligent enough to realize that she can actually push the cabinet doors open from the inside, or if I'll have a cat stuck in the cabinet next time she does that.

[mundeemo.livejournal.com]

Our cat Landry loves the inside of the dryer, especially if the clothes were just dried. Our first year at our new house, one night we couldn't find Landry. We looked everywhere and we even checked outside and to no avail we couldn't find her. Then we had the brilliant idea to look in the dryer, there she was sleeping on some towels. The door was shut and she was very content.

Now when we do laundry we always have to check the dryer before we turn it on. We named Landry after the Sanrio character Landry the Laundry loving Raccoon because or her black mask. We never knew she actually loves laundry, so her name is even better. Ah cats, what would we do without them?

[telophase.livejournal.com]

This cat doesn't like warm, soft things. She prefers to sack out on the floor instead of a nice, warm pile of laundry. In the morning, I often see her stretched out on the floor, up against the wall. It's been cold enough at night recently that she'll deign to come up on my bed, but only in areas where the cover is perfectly flat and smooth - none of this burrowing-into-the-sheets thing, and certainly not sleeping on top of or next to me.

[cawingcrow.livejournal.com]

My cat has been like that most of the 10 years we've been together, but now that she's lost half of her body weight (she's almost 17 and winding down, though her kidney issues are stable and she's eating again), she does sometimes curl up on my lap or sit on a cushiony pile of laundry. The first time she sat on my lap, I was so shocked I was convinced that the end was near and she was saying goodbye. Even now though, what she prefers is for me to lean back enough she can climb up on my collarbone and sit on that part of my chest or she'll sit across the top of my thighs. She really doesn't like soft and squishy even now, but is mellowing some with old age.

[telophase.livejournal.com]

I feed my cat har daily treats (they're hairball preventative things) sitting on the couch so she's forced to come sit on my lap to do it, in the vain hope that she'll associate my lap with good things, but she stays precisely long enough to be certain that no more are forthcoming, then jumps down again.

[cawingcrow.livejournal.com]

Up until this recent time, there has only been one other time in our relationship that Kali has sat on my lap. When Mead first left her with me and moved to Canada in September of 1994 (I had known her for 3 years at that point and had insisted a year earlier that if he could ever not keep her, that I wanted her), she acted like a polite friendly visitor to my apartment.

When I went back to Maryland for a couple of weeks over Christmas Break, she changed her mind about the nature of our relationship and for several days after my return, she would jump in my lap when I was sitting in the chair in front of the tv for short periods of time. Then it dawned on me that she was claiming me as her own. Promptly upon my realization of this, she caught on and never jumped on my lap again until this latest spate of illness and stress over ten years later.

She has however, always enjoyed leaning against me as long as she feels I'm conscious enough to not toss and turn and after a few years, I finally caught on to the fact that she uses her tail to pet me, both when I'm petting her or when she decides I need a good petting. She's also used me as a paw warmer on really cold nights a few times--I couldn't figure out why she was laying beside me in such a strange manner (she is also the type to NEVER go under covers), then I realized all four paws were planted directly on my forearm and just about died laughing (which totally ticked her off).