I would love to be able to read minds. Because boy, the first thing I would do would be to read the mind of my cats.
I do not understand the thing about cats and closed doors. It doesn’t matter what’s on the other side — empty room, closet, outdoors, indoors — wherever a cat is, it wants to be on the opposite side of whatever door it’s looking at.
Case in point: one of our cats will scratch at the basement door, so I will open the door and let her into the basement. Not thirty seconds after I’ve shut the door behind her, she’s scratching to be let upstairs with the rest of us. Sometimes I think she must have the mental capacity of a goldfish.
If the door is shut and there’s a crack underneath it, well, then, so much the better. Because then the cat can just lay in the floor and stick both paws under the door. No need to actually walk in and out of a door that way, and technically, it’s like being in two rooms at once. All I know is that a cat lying in the floor with paws under the door is a prime target for being stepped on.
Open doorways are prime real estate for lazing about, too. I think they must expect tolls to be paid.
Food bowls are never satisfactory either. If it’s empty they sit in front of it and wait for it to be filled. If it’s filled they sit in front of it and expect the contents to magically change.
And why use a perfectly good litter box when the floor is right there?
I think having all these cats is starting to wear on my nerves.
— Mox
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