Smokey provides a BCT
 

Smokey, who is 14 and gets special gooshy food in the morning, gets fed
in our bedroom (so we can close the door so Molly the d*g and all the
other cats don't "help" her eat).

This morning, my DH fed her, closed the door as usual, and went back
about 20 minutes later to see how she was doing. (Some days she seems to
need some encouragement to finish the food.)

He couldn't find her.

Usually she is on the bed snoozing. Sometimes she's on the d*g's big
pillow, snoozing.

He looked in the attached bathroom, he looked under the bed, he looked
on the shelves above the closet (even though she hadn't leapt up there
in many years!). He looked EVERYWHERE he could think of.

I asked if maybe she had slipped out as he was opening the door (perhaps
she had an "urgent need"). Maybe she was on the deck, or in the catbox
room (hey, they use it more than we do, even if the washer and dryer are
in there...).

We looked all over. Not on chairs. Not on floors. Not under the table.
Not using the "facilities".

Finally I went back in the bedroom to look again, and as I walked past
the third closet bay, I noticed something on the floor was out of place.
I pulled back the shirts hanging down to the level of a big box stored
there and sure enough, there she was. Looking at me with a "what in
world did you wake me for???" look.

Guys. He coulda found her if he only paid attention and seen that things
were not as they should be in the third bay...And meanwhile, Smokey
accomplishes a B*st*rd C*t Tr*ck.

Deborah
slave to the Magnificent Seven

Smokey provides a BCT
 

On Aug 17, 12:48*am, Phoenix wrote:

Guys. He coulda found her if he only paid attention and seen that things
were not as they should be in the third bay...And meanwhile, Smokey
accomplishes a B*st*rd C*t Tr*ck.

Deborah
slave to the Magnificent Seven

LOL! Rita does that. I wander around my apartment saying, 'The
apartment
isn't *that* big! Where on earth are you hiding?' Then she strolls
into the
room asking me why I bothered her during her nap. Silly cat.

Jane
- owned and operated by the Princess Rita

Smokey provides a BCT
 

"Phoenix" wrote in message
...
Smokey, who is 14 and gets special gooshy food in the morning, gets
fed in our bedroom (so we can close the door so Molly the d*g and
all the other cats don't "help" her eat).

This morning, my DH fed her, closed the door as usual, and went back
about 20 minutes later to see how she was doing. (Some days she
seems to need some encouragement to finish the food.)

He couldn't find her.

Usually she is on the bed snoozing. Sometimes she's on the d*g's big
pillow, snoozing.

He looked in the attached bathroom, he looked under the bed, he
looked on the shelves above the closet (even though she hadn't leapt
up there in many years!). He looked EVERYWHERE he could think of.

I asked if maybe she had slipped out as he was opening the door
(perhaps she had an "urgent need"). Maybe she was on the deck, or in
the catbox room (hey, they use it more than we do, even if the
washer and dryer are in there...).

We looked all over. Not on chairs. Not on floors. Not under the
table. Not using the "facilities".

Finally I went back in the bedroom to look again, and as I walked
past the third closet bay, I noticed something on the floor was out
of place. I pulled back the shirts hanging down to the level of a
big box stored there and sure enough, there she was. Looking at me
with a "what in world did you wake me for???" look.

Guys. He coulda found her if he only paid attention and seen that
things were not as they should be in the third bay...And meanwhile,
Smokey accomplishes a B*st*rd C*t Tr*ck.


That's in a cats job description. If you have one, they will
eventually train you to know and remember exactly where and how you
left everything, so you will have some clue as to where they are and
what they've been up to.

Its good basic training for a catslave.

Jo

Smokey provides a BCT
 

"Phoenix"
Smokey, who is 14 and gets special gooshy food in the morning, gets fed in
our bedroom (so we can close the door so Molly the d*g and all the other
cats don't "help" her eat).

This morning, my DH fed her, closed the door as usual, and went back about
20 minutes later to see how she was doing. (Some days she seems to need
some encouragement to finish the food.)

He couldn't find her.

Usually she is on the bed snoozing. Sometimes she's on the d*g's big
pillow, snoozing.

He looked in the attached bathroom, he looked under the bed, he looked on
the shelves above the closet (even though she hadn't leapt up there in
many years!). He looked EVERYWHERE he could think of.

I asked if maybe she had slipped out as he was opening the door (perhaps
she had an "urgent need"). Maybe she was on the deck, or in the catbox
room (hey, they use it more than we do, even if the washer and dryer are
in there...).

We looked all over. Not on chairs. Not on floors. Not under the table. Not
using the "facilities".

Finally I went back in the bedroom to look again, and as I walked past the
third closet bay, I noticed something on the floor was out of place. I
pulled back the shirts hanging down to the level of a big box stored there
and sure enough, there she was. Looking at me with a "what in world did
you wake me for???" look.

Guys. He coulda found her if he only paid attention and seen that things
were not as they should be in the third bay...And meanwhile, Smokey
accomplishes a B*st*rd C*t Tr*ck.

Deborah
slave to the Magnificent Seven

ROTFLMTO...very sneaky Smokey ....
Kyla