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Yet another cat story
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.
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.