Fry Me A Kitty: April 12, 2009

In which a kitten found under a car discovers an even stupider hiding place.

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My in-laws came over the other day — fun for us, terrifying for cats. (It’s nothing personal; the cats just fear the unknown. And also the vacuum cleaner, which they connect with visitors.) Piper fled to the bedroom, Cosette to the office, and Oliver hovered in the living room, befuddled, until deciding that he wasn’t going to let strangers get in the way of his daily dose of laptime and went right to sleep on my lap. Towards the end of the visit, Tony and I went into the office to show his parents something on the office computer, sending Cosette scurrying out of the room in terror.

A few minutes later, the in-laws left. As we all walked past the kitchen to the front door, I happened to glance in… and discovered that the Cose, though a dab paw at holding very still and looking terrified, does not yet grasp the importance of hiding place selection. Of all the places in the house where a tiny kitten could hide and never be found, guess where she ended up?

Cosette in a frying pan on top of the stove. Close-up of Cosette. This is her 'sick with terror' look. And also her 'call off the paps!' look.

I think my in-laws took it as a sign that we might be over our vegan phase. And also as a sign that they should not let us care for their cat the next time they go on vacation.

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