truepenny: artist's rendering of Sidneyia inexpectans (cats: nom de plume)
Sarah/Katherine ([personal profile] truepenny) wrote2008-12-07 10:38 pm

life with cats, bag of hammers edition

TRUEPENNY, having taken a hot bath (The high today was like twelve. Fahrenheit.), is putting her clothes on. The bathroom door--which opens into the room--is shut to keep the heat in, but not latched. TRUEPENNY and MIRRORTHAW have both learned not to latch the door while taking baths, as both CATZILLA and the SECOND NINJA take exception to being unable to get the door open, and that's hard on the woodwork.

Somebody scrabbles at the bathroom door.

TRUEPENNY pulls on her shirt.

The door does not open, and the scrabbling continues.

TRUEPENNY opens the door and discovers CATZILLA in the hallway, poised in front of the door over by the hinges.

CATZILLA: Dude! About time!

CATZILLA sashays into the bathroom.

TRUEPENNY cracks up.

CATZILLA: Dude, what? You made the magic work. What's so funny?



Some cats are smart enough to figure out doors, as [livejournal.com profile] heresluck and I both know. This cat is not one of them.

[identity profile] callunav.livejournal.com 2008-12-08 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Bryton is a cat who can and will open quite tricky cupboard doors just in order to be able to wander around in the dark spaces. She's got rotten eyesight, but seems to have very clever paws and a classically feline (i.e., at least 50% unwelcome but highly recognizable) intelligence. She's also a cat with no inhibitions about space; she will bolt through any open door into anything beyond at any opportunity.

Given this, it continues to baffle me that she will stand indefinitely next to a room door that has been left ajar for her, rather than pulling it an inch and a half further open and exiting when she clearly desperately wants to. She doesn't meow. She doesn't come and find the inhabitant of the room and demand to know what this failure to anticipate her needs is all about. She just stands next to the door looking worried. When you approach, she gives a little anxious prp? noise and quivers to attention, waiting for the door to be opened an inch and a half wider so that she can flee the purgatory in question.

Drives me nuts.