Galen T. Kitty, Soooooper Genius

[madbaker]

Chapter XXIV: In Which Our Hero Is Hit By A Mind-Altering Ray

At least, that's the only explanation I can readily come up with. Galen's normally pretty smart, being half Siamese. Sometimes he's frighteningly smart and only needs opposable thumbs for his plans to come to fruition.

I was awakened early this morning by frantic scratching. This is Galen’s normal M.O. for "I'm trapped, come rescue me!" It doesn't work as well as frantic meowing - which all my previous cats used.

But anyway, Galen had wandered behind the laundry hamper, then behind the mostly-glass, open bedroom door. And gotten himself trapped. He couldn't figure out how to back up behind the hamper. Help arrived in the form of mommy moving the door.

Then as I was getting into the shower, he found a spider in the bathroom, chased it, lost it. I tried to helpfully point it out and he kept staring at my finger.

On the one hand, I hope it wears off soon. On the other, if not - well, at least we won’t have to worry so much about him opening cabinets and drawers...

Comments

Re: I must say...

[scendan.livejournal.com]

Poor Meep. ;) She's the Rodney Dangerfield of kitties. Once, when she was very young, she got her head stuck in a plastic bag she got out of the garbage. I kept hearing this weird crinkling sound, and came out to investigate. There she was, crouched like a gargoyle on the arm of the sofa, head shoved into the bag so deeply her nostrils were causing it to adhere on every inhale.

Was she scraping at it? No. Was she fighting it? NO. She was crouching there, waiting to die of carbon dioxide poisoning.

I removed the bag, patted her, and pitied her.

Re: I must say...

[farmount.livejournal.com]

*laughter*

I met the second Meep I have ever met yesterday -- lovely grey and white male who had an interesting castration surgery since his testicles were in the abdomen rather than where they should be.

Apropos of nothing, perhaps, but cat stuff nonetheless.