Cribb'd, cabinet'd and confin'd
Nov. 25th, 2007 06:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceAlso, of course? What with only putting up the three units instead of four? I could've left the door on the cabinet.
No matter. It hung open all the time anyway, or if it didn't the cats would open it to see if the exciting insides (envelopes, largely) had changed any.
Talking of cats: yesterday, I was impressed by the brain of young Barry. I have a laser pen, which makes an Evil Red Dot of Doom, which both kittehs adore to chase. Yesterday, I realised that Baz knows where it comes from. He's always known it was me doing it, I think (as opposed to Mac, who just knows it's an Evil Red Dot, and gazes about bewilderedly when it disappears); but yesterday, when I was in the room, Baz jumped up onto the relevant shelf and scrabbled at the pen and mewed at me. So we played Evil Red Dot Slayer till Mac ruined the game by joining in, which upsets Baz enormously (sometimes I can get them playing tag, if I'm in the hallway and I have one cat each in the living & and the dining rooms; the dot goes from one to the other and they respect each other's space. Sometimes). So I put the pen away, and did something else. Half an hour later I'm back in the room, and Baz is quickly up onto the shelf again, and scrabble scrabble.
So we played Evil Red Dot until someone came and took me away, and I thought no more about it. Until this afternoon, when I was down there sorting out shelving units, and Baz was up onto the shelf and scrabble scrabble, with hopeful mewing - but the pen wasn't there. Nor was anything else. Because Young Hopeful has scrabbled everything down onto the floor, presumably in an attempt to conjure up Evil Red Dot in my regrettable absence.
Hah! Didn't work, did it? I am not redundant. Yet...
No matter. It hung open all the time anyway, or if it didn't the cats would open it to see if the exciting insides (envelopes, largely) had changed any.
Talking of cats: yesterday, I was impressed by the brain of young Barry. I have a laser pen, which makes an Evil Red Dot of Doom, which both kittehs adore to chase. Yesterday, I realised that Baz knows where it comes from. He's always known it was me doing it, I think (as opposed to Mac, who just knows it's an Evil Red Dot, and gazes about bewilderedly when it disappears); but yesterday, when I was in the room, Baz jumped up onto the relevant shelf and scrabbled at the pen and mewed at me. So we played Evil Red Dot Slayer till Mac ruined the game by joining in, which upsets Baz enormously (sometimes I can get them playing tag, if I'm in the hallway and I have one cat each in the living & and the dining rooms; the dot goes from one to the other and they respect each other's space. Sometimes). So I put the pen away, and did something else. Half an hour later I'm back in the room, and Baz is quickly up onto the shelf again, and scrabble scrabble.
So we played Evil Red Dot until someone came and took me away, and I thought no more about it. Until this afternoon, when I was down there sorting out shelving units, and Baz was up onto the shelf and scrabble scrabble, with hopeful mewing - but the pen wasn't there. Nor was anything else. Because Young Hopeful has scrabbled everything down onto the floor, presumably in an attempt to conjure up Evil Red Dot in my regrettable absence.
Hah! Didn't work, did it? I am not redundant. Yet...
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Date: 2007-11-25 06:57 pm (UTC)One of our cats loves the laser pointer (even when she knows it's coming from us; sometimes when she's bored w/it she'll stare @ the hand holding it, like, "Duh, I know this trick"); the other two don't seem to get it.
I've heard some folks say that their cats get really frustrated w/the laser pointer b/c there's nothing satisfying to sink their teeth into like if they're playing w/catnip mice or a fishing pole-type toy. I dunno if Lily is like that, but we try to point the red dot @ a toy mouse or a treat when we're wrapping up anyway. The treat, anyway, is possibly just b/c we're big softies/treat-dispensing machines.