Wednesday, August 6, 2014

I Wonder

What is it, I wonder, about putting fresh sheets on the bed that makes cats crazy?  Ralph is not the first cat I've had go bonkers as I make the bed; Frank and his predecessor, Victor, also went mad as March hares on laundry days.  Female felines like Celeste and Pearl seem to understand this is a chore and not a game and ignore the whole process, letting staff do the work.  Ralph pounced on every crease and corner as I spread the bottom sheet, claws out as if he were fighting demons.  He played hide-and-seek as the top sheet floated down.  It's very difficult to make a smooth bed with a large lump tunneling across like a high-speed mole, and tucking in must be done quickly before I'm tagged as It.

What is it, I wonder, that makes the bathroom a favorite meeting spot for cats?  Privacy is a thing of the past.  Going potty is considered a social event.  They will come out of a sound sleep to join me, even if I try to sneak in.  We use our respective litter boxes, and sometimes Ralph and Celeste have their buns in their box at the same time, facing in different directions.  Personally, I think this is carrying togetherness a bit too far, but then, I'm not a cat.

1 comment:

Kathryn said...

I guess their dual litter box is really not much different from a two-seater out house. Who ever thought of THAT?