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.
Poor, Newt.
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.
Not Newt.
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.
And then…
“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.)
Our cat hates closed doors. As soon as she sees an opening, she is through it. I hope she never discovers drawers.
When my mom moved to her current house our family cat did this very thing and couldn’t be found for at least a day! This was the same gray cat who liked to sleep completely curled up in the empty fruit bowl which then looked like it was exploding with mold.
Maybe I should try that next time me and Stanley play hide and seek! BOL!! Happy Easter!
Your Pals,
Murphy & Stanley
That is so cute. We have to reinforce the drawers in our dresser because of our Cosmo. When he was a kitten, he could get in any drawer, even when closed.
You know in her little brain she’s completely tormenting every living thing in Narnia. “Aslan rules, bitches!”
Isn’t it amazing the tiny little openings that cats can squeeze through? We have completely lost Samantha more than once….she has some secret place that we don’t know about. We think she must have snuck outside and next thing you know she just strolls in the room.
Our cat Don Juan used to get folded up in the sleeper sofa when we had company. He never got hurt….he must have found a safe space in there where the closing bed wouldn’t hit him.