The Persistent Roxie
 

I am convinced that Roxie will either someday be elected to a major public
office, or simply become an extreme-sports enthusiast of considerable
reknown. Either way, she's so smart it scares me.

One would figure that, ordinarily, a cat might have an "out of sight, out of
mind" attitude on certain things. Not our Roxie. We have a toy that's a
great favorite of hers; I think it's marketed as "Cat Dancer" but Louie and
I call it a mousietail. When it's not playtime, we've been trying to kieep
it hidden in a high shelf of the linen closet.

Now the linen closet is actually two cabinets, one above the other. The
mousietail's kept in the top cabinet. A few mornings ago, as in about three
in the morning, we were awakened by a loud, high-pitched siren of meows and
were scared as hell. We had immediate and disturbing pictures of a trip to
the emergency vet floating in our eyes before they came into focus and saw
our little supermodel demanding playtime. Roxie rarely meows; her favorite
language is trilling, and she's so fluent in trill that Louie and I are
having a devil of a time learning to translate. Roxie was clinging to the
top edge of the lower door and kicking herself up with her hind paws. Trying
to, anyway. The bottom door now has Roxie-marks all over it.

The thing is, we hadn't used the mousietail in a couple of days. So much for
the out of sight, out of mind thing. She knows it's there, and she is as
persistent as a little child nagging the hell out of her parents for a new
Barbie. The night before, she jumped over three feet up and caught the latch
of the top door, and actually got it open in the pursuit of her toy, making
her more like Dennis the Menace raiding the cookie jar. I thought she'd be
better mannered, really! She's such a disciplinarian with the Juvies, and
usually spends so much time in meditation that I thought she'd never resort
to nighttime raids!

Blessed be,
Baha

--

Three thousand years ago,
cats were deified in ancient Egypt.
To this day, they have not forgotten.

One would figure that, ordinarily, a cat might have an "out of sight, out of
mind" attitude on certain things. Not our Roxie. We have a toy that's a
great favorite of hers; I think it's marketed as "Cat Dancer" but Louie and
I call it a mousietail. When it's not playtime, we've been trying to kieep
it hidden in a high shelf of the linen closet.


Nocturne says, "don't be condescending--we're smart enough to rule the
world and someday it will be ours."

I suggest you give Roxie regular playtime with the mousietail, to keep
her too busy to join radical feline-world-order terrorist
organizations. :)

--Fil

Singh wrote:

The night before, she jumped over three feet up and caught the latch
of the top door, and actually got it open in the pursuit of her toy, making
her more like Dennis the Menace raiding the cookie jar. I thought she'd be
better mannered, really! She's such a disciplinarian with the Juvies, and
usually spends so much time in meditation that I thought she'd never resort
to nighttime raids!

LOL! Miranda loves that toy, too, and will go to any lengths to get at
it. The only way I can get some sleep at night is by putting it in a
drawer in an old ornate cabinet. The drawer is very tight and hard to
pull out, so she can't open that. Sometimes, even I can't open it. :oP

--
Marina, Frank, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Nikki.
marina (dot) kurten (at) iki (dot) fi
Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/
and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki

"Singh" wrote in message
...
I am convinced that Roxie will either someday be elected to a major public
office, or simply become an extreme-sports enthusiast of considerable
reknown. Either way, she's so smart it scares me.

One would figure that, ordinarily, a cat might have an "out of sight, out
of
mind" attitude on certain things. Not our Roxie. We have a toy that's a
great favorite of hers; I think it's marketed as "Cat Dancer" but Louie
and
I call it a mousietail. When it's not playtime, we've been trying to kieep
it hidden in a high shelf of the linen closet.

Now the linen closet is actually two cabinets, one above the other. The
mousietail's kept in the top cabinet. A few mornings ago, as in about
three
in the morning, we were awakened by a loud, high-pitched siren of meows
and
were scared as hell. We had immediate and disturbing pictures of a trip to
the emergency vet floating in our eyes before they came into focus and saw
our little supermodel demanding playtime. Roxie rarely meows; her favorite
language is trilling, and she's so fluent in trill that Louie and I are
having a devil of a time learning to translate. Roxie was clinging to the
top edge of the lower door and kicking herself up with her hind paws.
Trying
to, anyway. The bottom door now has Roxie-marks all over it.

The thing is, we hadn't used the mousietail in a couple of days. So much
for
the out of sight, out of mind thing. She knows it's there, and she is as
persistent as a little child nagging the hell out of her parents for a new
Barbie. The night before, she jumped over three feet up and caught the
latch
of the top door, and actually got it open in the pursuit of her toy,
making
her more like Dennis the Menace raiding the cookie jar. I thought she'd be
better mannered, really! She's such a disciplinarian with the Juvies, and
usually spends so much time in meditation that I thought she'd never
resort
to nighttime raids!


Of all the cat toys we have around, the cat dancer is the only one we really
have to hide.

And it is such a simple little toy really. But seems to have to capacity to
drive many a mild mannered kitty cat bonkers.

Jo

On Sat, 03 Sep 2005 07:34:42 +0300, Marina
yodeled:

Singh wrote:

The night before, she jumped over three feet up and caught the latch
of the top door, and actually got it open in the pursuit of her toy, making
her more like Dennis the Menace raiding the cookie jar. I thought she'd be
better mannered, really! She's such a disciplinarian with the Juvies, and
usually spends so much time in meditation that I thought she'd never resort
to nighttime raids!

LOL! Miranda loves that toy, too, and will go to any lengths to get at
it. The only way I can get some sleep at night is by putting it in a
drawer in an old ornate cabinet. The drawer is very tight and hard to
pull out, so she can't open that. Sometimes, even I can't open it. :oP

Stinky loves the Dancer, too. It's hidden.



Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

On Fri, 2 Sep 2005 22:35:26 -0700, "Jo Firey"
yodeled:


"Singh" wrote in message
...
I am convinced that Roxie will either someday be elected to a major public
office, or simply become an extreme-sports enthusiast of considerable
reknown. Either way, she's so smart it scares me.

One would figure that, ordinarily, a cat might have an "out of sight, out
of
mind" attitude on certain things. Not our Roxie. We have a toy that's a
great favorite of hers; I think it's marketed as "Cat Dancer" but Louie
and
I call it a mousietail. When it's not playtime, we've been trying to kieep
it hidden in a high shelf of the linen closet.

Now the linen closet is actually two cabinets, one above the other. The
mousietail's kept in the top cabinet. A few mornings ago, as in about
three
in the morning, we were awakened by a loud, high-pitched siren of meows
and
were scared as hell. We had immediate and disturbing pictures of a trip to
the emergency vet floating in our eyes before they came into focus and saw
our little supermodel demanding playtime. Roxie rarely meows; her favorite
language is trilling, and she's so fluent in trill that Louie and I are
having a devil of a time learning to translate. Roxie was clinging to the
top edge of the lower door and kicking herself up with her hind paws.
Trying
to, anyway. The bottom door now has Roxie-marks all over it.

The thing is, we hadn't used the mousietail in a couple of days. So much
for
the out of sight, out of mind thing. She knows it's there, and she is as
persistent as a little child nagging the hell out of her parents for a new
Barbie. The night before, she jumped over three feet up and caught the
latch
of the top door, and actually got it open in the pursuit of her toy,
making
her more like Dennis the Menace raiding the cookie jar. I thought she'd be
better mannered, really! She's such a disciplinarian with the Juvies, and
usually spends so much time in meditation that I thought she'd never
resort
to nighttime raids!


Of all the cat toys we have around, the cat dancer is the only one we really
have to hide.

And it is such a simple little toy really. But seems to have to capacity to
drive many a mild mannered kitty cat bonkers.

Jo


I can see Stinky's eyes spinning around in his head when I take it
out. He is so cartoon-y. ;)


Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com