Newt’s been getting neglected around here. She’s up to a lot of shenanigans, and I’ve been working on some cat-centric projects, but I never think to post about it.
Anyway, I’m stating publicly: If I can get my act together Newt will get a “Caturday” post from now on!
Starting with her most recent shenanigan…
You can’t misplace a dog in the house. Not my dogs, anyway. Everywhere I turn, they’re there. Even if I’m not paying attention to them, I can’t not see them. They’re big. They’re loud. They’re demanding. I know where all three of them are at every second of every day.
She’s wily. She’s a creeper. She likes to hide and pop out at exactly the right moment to stop my heart.
When I put laundry away, I tend to leave the drawers open so that I don’t have to keep opening and closing them. On occasion, in the midst of the task, I get distracted – the phone rings, UPS arrives, one of the dogs goes ballistic at a squirrel out the window, whatever. And I don’t get the drawers shut.
See that pic? That’s nothing, right? Like, a couple inches of open drawer.
But at some point I realized… Newt is nowhere. None of her usual spots. Not biting Cooper. Not biting me. Nowhere.
I call and call and call. I jingle her treat jar. I call some more while jingling her treat jar.
“I’m Aslan, bitches.”
She somehow wormed her way in those few inches and gotten BEHIND the entire chest of drawers. As in, not behind the actual piece of furniture, but IN it, behind the drawers. As in, had I pushed it shut, she would’ve been squished.
And it’s her new thing now.
She sees the drawers open even just the tiniest bit, and she’s on it, ready to head back to Narnia. She sees a drawer not 100% shut, and her paws are down in there pushing the clothes around to make room for her to squeeze through.
This would never. ever. ever. happen with Lucas.
(BTW: I’m obviously the witch in this scenario since I pull her out of there every time.)