I’ve forgotten where this came from, but as to cleaning . . .
Who let them into my house???
I know!
I just can’t. They curl up like my late Buster and Alfie did. ![]()
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Z just found the new toy that was still attached to its card and brought the whole thing to me. As if he couldn’t use his use box of already drooled on toys.
That look of surprise! “What?”
Jonesy has been hopping into the sink all morning and has the wet fur to prove it.
There’s no stopping that hellion!
Why??
That is the million dollar question! Perhaps he was smelling something in there? AFAICT, there’s no food remnants on any of the ice cream spoons or the empty Sodastream bottle (!) in there, so… it’s a real mystery.
And the learning curve is nigh zero. #oneorangebraincell ![]()
With cats, sometimes there is no why.
That’s hilarious.
Sometimes?
With cats, there doesn’t NEED to be a Why.
This was my late Alfie and Buster soon after I got them both back in 2011. Buster LOVED drinking water from the faucet until I got a Pet Fountain. But even after purchasing it, he’d still jump up there in the morning and the evening to continue his routine.
One of our boy cats would releve himself in the kitchen sink when the mood struck. When he started using the sponges on the sink, that was the end. A cookie sheet inverted on the sink kept him off. He went back to the cat box or outside when he was outside. Cats are weird!
Roxy Cat used to love climbing onto (not into) the master bathroom sink to drink from the tap. Between getting her water fountains and her aging back, she doesn’t do that anymore.
Henrietta Cat just whines to be let into the bathroom.












