Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Doin' The Flintstone


During the freezing temperatures we had last week, I let the cat in every morning. Who could resist that pitiful look?

He was pretty good about staying on the rug, but he kept trying to sneak into the laundry room, and finally he made it. I found him snuggled into a pile of white sheets. So I dug out an old pillow, a box, and a couple of towels and made him a bed. He loved it - climbed right in and began purring. I never knew cats snored before.


He was so happy in the box, I could leave the room for a few minutes and not worry about him getting into anything. He hopped out of the box to eat and drink and then climbed back in. He didn't want to go outside even when he needed to, and wouldn't go out to the heated doghouse at night even with a little prodding. Hubby tried to dump him out of the box and then herd him out the door, but the cat had other ideas and did a quick turn around as soon as he saw he was headed to the door. Finally, we found that the only way to get him out was to carry him out, set him down, and shut the door. Now I ask Hubby to "do the Flintstone" when we're ready to put the cat out for the night. The cat has learned that it's harder for us to pick him up when he flattens down into the box and becomes limp as a wet noodle.

Until next time, may you have blessings and cooperative pets,
Marti

3 comments:

Grandma K said...

He knows there's a good place. He looks very content - amazing how fast he became domesticated!

Marti said...

I know! He would really like to be a housecat.

Cheyenne said...

He looks so comfy-cozy, he's putting me to sleep just looking at him sleep.
I know at least one of my 3 cats snores, I just haven't caught the other 2 doing it yet.