The idle musings of a former military man, former computer geek, medically retired pastor and now full-time writer. Contents guaranteed to offend the politically correct and anal-retentive from time to time. My approach to life is that it should be taken with a large helping of laughter, and sufficient firepower to keep it tamed!
You know, I have a cat who could probably do that. We have one cupboard in the kitchen that doesn't quite latch, and she's figured out how to open it so she can go hide from the kids. (Then again, she's pretty lazy.)
Pa'ani did once figure out how to get out of a cat door when we were trying to keep him confined. It was a pretty basic model; heavy-duty vinyl flap that had magnets along the bottom to keep it in place when cats weren't squirming through it, and a piece of hard plastic with a molded handle at the top that slid down grooves at the back to close it off. Pa'ani quickly learned that, if he gripped the handle with his teeth and jerked his head up. That would move the panel up enough so he could get his head under it, after which it was a simple matter to use his shoulders to shove the panel up far enough for him to get out. Then again...this is the same cat who, when failing to entice the older cats to play, would go find my stuffed cats and play with them.
Auntie J - he sounds like several of mine! I have one who hated a certain fruit bowl so much, he perfected the art of standing on the telly and aiming across the room at it, getting the stream of wee exactly in the middle of it. I have one that opens the kitchen door and another whose favourite activity in the rain was sliding across the conservatory roof until she reached the edge and, momentum gained, would leap out in the bush at the side. She's getting on now (16) so (thankfully) doesn't do it anymore!
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You know, I have a cat who could probably do that. We have one cupboard in the kitchen that doesn't quite latch, and she's figured out how to open it so she can go hide from the kids. (Then again, she's pretty lazy.)
Pa'ani did once figure out how to get out of a cat door when we were trying to keep him confined. It was a pretty basic model; heavy-duty vinyl flap that had magnets along the bottom to keep it in place when cats weren't squirming through it, and a piece of hard plastic with a molded handle at the top that slid down grooves at the back to close it off. Pa'ani quickly learned that, if he gripped the handle with his teeth and jerked his head up. That would move the panel up enough so he could get his head under it, after which it was a simple matter to use his shoulders to shove the panel up far enough for him to get out. Then again...this is the same cat who, when failing to entice the older cats to play, would go find my stuffed cats and play with them.
Auntie J - he sounds like several of mine! I have one who hated a certain fruit bowl so much, he perfected the art of standing on the telly and aiming across the room at it, getting the stream of wee exactly in the middle of it. I have one that opens the kitchen door and another whose favourite activity in the rain was sliding across the conservatory roof until she reached the edge and, momentum gained, would leap out in the bush at the side. She's getting on now (16) so (thankfully) doesn't do it anymore!
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