Fully Frustrated by a Fabulous FelinePublished March 22, 2010
Have you ever had one of those days when your patience with your cats is stretched to the max? Do your kitties all of a sudden behave in a manner that fries your last nerve? After a rather lengthy stretch of what most Floridians consider "bitter cold" weather, the other day was precisely one of those days for me! Now please don't get me wrong, I passionately adore our two Oriental Shorthairs but there are those times when even a Saint's patience is tried. I must rather hesitatingly admit that there are some occasions that living in Florida does have some great advantages, especially during the winter months. But just a few days ago, some welcome spring- like weather inspired me to keep my promise to gather items of clothing which I had set aside to donate to a local shelter. It was a project that was long overdue. I was aware that I was guilty of procrastinating but I promised myself that after the cold snap eased up I would set aside time to undertake this task. Quickly going through our walk-in bedroom closet was simply a breeze since I was able to shut the door behind me and do my work without any feline interference. After all, our cats do seem to love supervising and "assisting mom" with interesting chores. Once the closet was finished, I set out to go through our dresser drawers in search of shirts and sweaters to donate. All in excellent condition, we had sadly outgrown some of these items. But all of a sudden, without any warning, Mr. Hubble, our white cat, decided that the thrill of exploring the open drawers was far too much of a temptation for his kitty brain. He jumped into the open drawer with lightening speed before I could intervene. Even though Hubble is by no means a light-weight small cat, he somehow discovered that he was able to explore the entire dresser, squeezing himself into a flattened feline and fitting where no other kitty would deign to attempt. I tried valiantly to catch him before he descended into the bureau, but he instantly eluded my hand. My husband, his face reddened with exasperation by this time, was to say the least, not thrilled at all by Hubble's curious experiment. With evident frustration, he barked orders at me to grab Hubble by his front paws, which resulted in a few hisses and throaty menacing growls, rivaling the vocalizations made by big cats. I had no clue that Hubble was capable of uttering such menacing vocalizations. Trying to remain calm, we carefully removed each drawer one at a time. However as each drawer was extricated, Hubble moved more deeply into the bowels of the dresser. Bound and determined to evade capture, he slithered into spaces that were unreachable. Finally, after all of the drawers lay spread out on the carpet, Hubble decided to come out, wearing an expression that could only be interpreted as a Cheshire Cat grin. He was taunting us by gosh, and appeared to be thoroughly enjoying every second. I fervently hope that we will never have to endure this kind of white kitty willfulness again. But alas I know that he has more tricks up his sleeve and will be on the lookout for another opportunity to drive us batty. For such a supremely well behaved cat, I discovered that obviously he thoroughly enjoys being "naughty" at times. Have you ever had exasperating experiences with your pets? Please let me know that we are not alone by leaving a comment. I am all "ears".