Between my room and Jackie's is a door that blocks access from the living room to our bedrooms. We've started to close it at night to keep the kittens from disturbing our slumber (ie pouncing on our faces) but as of late there have been some peculiar occurrences straight out of the twilight zone.
Yesterday morning after hitting the snooze button on my alarm at least five times, I heard a crash. I jumped out of bed and ran out into the hallway and opened the door into the living room. All seemed peaceful and serene. No movement, no scattered remnants of tabletop decor on the floor... wait. No movement. Where are the cats? Whatever. I'm going back to sleep. I still have a good five minutes before I need to even start considering getting ready for work (I began convincing myself I could probably be ready to go in 5 minutes if it meant sleeping in even longer). At this point I turned around, about to return to my room when I nearly tripped over two small furry creatures sitting attentively about 3 inches from my toes. Huh? How did you get here?
Now I know my memory is not at its best early in the morning, but I swear I shut those cats out in the living room last night. And they most certainly didn't slip past me in the past 10 seconds. I was sure. But then, as I turned back towards my room, I noticed the counter top in the bathroom looked a little barren. Upon inspection, it became clear that someone, or a pair of someones had knocked my toiletry bag off the counter and straight into the neighboring trash can. Ew, gross. I turned around and glared at the culprits, eying me innocently from the hallway. "How the hell did you guys get in here?"
I quickly ushered the two misfits back out into the living room and shut the door. Crazy cats... mmm bed.
Fast forward to work later that day (I did wake up in time by the way). Jackie and I are chatting about our weekend when suddenly she gets this serious look on her face and tells me "ok, we have a problem". Uh oh. Whats wrong? I ask. She starts by telling me a similar story to my own this morning.
Apparently, after some mysterious cat sightings in the hallway, Jackie finally spotted the source of their interroom apparrating abilities. We have an old school heater in our apartment that happens to span the wall between our hallway and the living room. So far we haven't needed to use it. Actually, we probably couldn't if we wanted to since we'd need to get our gas company out here to manually light the pilot light. The kittens however had done their share of exploring and discovered that the bottom of this narrow, boxy apparatus is actually completely open. A few days ago, while I was out of town, Jackie finally caught them red-pawed, as they tumbled out of the heater into our hallway. Cats, you really are ridiculous. Now normally I would just laugh hysterically at the absurdity of the situation (actually, I did do that). But the biggest problem with this discovery is the fact that when we do finally get that heater working, any time the cats decide to take a stroll through the wall, they'll find themselves in a FURNACE. So besides trying to teach them to not jump on the table and eat our food, now we have to figure out how to keep them from making fried kitten of themselves. Fantastic.
Oh children, what are we going to do with you.
Yesterday morning after hitting the snooze button on my alarm at least five times, I heard a crash. I jumped out of bed and ran out into the hallway and opened the door into the living room. All seemed peaceful and serene. No movement, no scattered remnants of tabletop decor on the floor... wait. No movement. Where are the cats? Whatever. I'm going back to sleep. I still have a good five minutes before I need to even start considering getting ready for work (I began convincing myself I could probably be ready to go in 5 minutes if it meant sleeping in even longer). At this point I turned around, about to return to my room when I nearly tripped over two small furry creatures sitting attentively about 3 inches from my toes. Huh? How did you get here?
Now I know my memory is not at its best early in the morning, but I swear I shut those cats out in the living room last night. And they most certainly didn't slip past me in the past 10 seconds. I was sure. But then, as I turned back towards my room, I noticed the counter top in the bathroom looked a little barren. Upon inspection, it became clear that someone, or a pair of someones had knocked my toiletry bag off the counter and straight into the neighboring trash can. Ew, gross. I turned around and glared at the culprits, eying me innocently from the hallway. "How the hell did you guys get in here?"
I quickly ushered the two misfits back out into the living room and shut the door. Crazy cats... mmm bed.
Fast forward to work later that day (I did wake up in time by the way). Jackie and I are chatting about our weekend when suddenly she gets this serious look on her face and tells me "ok, we have a problem". Uh oh. Whats wrong? I ask. She starts by telling me a similar story to my own this morning.
Apparently, after some mysterious cat sightings in the hallway, Jackie finally spotted the source of their interroom apparrating abilities. We have an old school heater in our apartment that happens to span the wall between our hallway and the living room. So far we haven't needed to use it. Actually, we probably couldn't if we wanted to since we'd need to get our gas company out here to manually light the pilot light. The kittens however had done their share of exploring and discovered that the bottom of this narrow, boxy apparatus is actually completely open. A few days ago, while I was out of town, Jackie finally caught them red-pawed, as they tumbled out of the heater into our hallway. Cats, you really are ridiculous. Now normally I would just laugh hysterically at the absurdity of the situation (actually, I did do that). But the biggest problem with this discovery is the fact that when we do finally get that heater working, any time the cats decide to take a stroll through the wall, they'll find themselves in a FURNACE. So besides trying to teach them to not jump on the table and eat our food, now we have to figure out how to keep them from making fried kitten of themselves. Fantastic.
Oh children, what are we going to do with you.
1 comment:
HAHHA that is too funny.. i want them!!
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