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Cat Antics
Jan. 21st, 2014 05:46 pmYesterday, Abe (aka the Creepiest Bathroom Creeper Ever) decided while I was toweling off after a shower to attack the large owl tattoo I have on my back. He gave me no verbal warning, no chirruping at all, just wham! Claws.
For weeks now, I've come home or wandered through the main downstairs room to find the closet door open. This is my junk closet. Lots of stuff stashed in there, and I keep the door shut because it's kind of musty. The other day, I found I didn't have spooks, but that the proud culprit door-opener was Johnny. So bold had she become, she didn't wait for me to leave the room before she waltzed over to the closet door, stuck her front paws under it and tugged until she gained access.
THEN she lured Abe in and somehow or another he ended up locked in a box. I have no solid theories to back this up, yet I feel certain she orchestrated his capture and then sauntered over to me for a cuddle.
For weeks now, I've come home or wandered through the main downstairs room to find the closet door open. This is my junk closet. Lots of stuff stashed in there, and I keep the door shut because it's kind of musty. The other day, I found I didn't have spooks, but that the proud culprit door-opener was Johnny. So bold had she become, she didn't wait for me to leave the room before she waltzed over to the closet door, stuck her front paws under it and tugged until she gained access.
THEN she lured Abe in and somehow or another he ended up locked in a box. I have no solid theories to back this up, yet I feel certain she orchestrated his capture and then sauntered over to me for a cuddle.
