Sunday, March 3, 2019

The Cat’s Out of the Bag



      Hemi the Cat came to visit us a while back.  He’s a senior citizen now, having existed more than a dozen years. 
     He has renal problems.  He’s supposed to eat a high-powered cat food available only from his vet, but he doesn’t seem to care much for it.  The result is he has lost a lot weight from his halcyon days.
     He has slowed down some, is quite willing to lounge in your lap for as long as you’re willing to let him.  He still wants to play hide and seek, especially late at night or early in the morning.  Then he is content to spend the rest of the day napping or visiting the sand box.  He drinks a lot of water.
     However, he still enjoys finding ways to annoy.  This trip, he discovered the joys of the step cabinet.  The step cabinet is somewhat of a Japanese antique.  It is a quite versatile piece of furniture.  Apparently, in the olden days, it did double duty as a stairway to the loft as well as a place to store stuff.
      It comes in three pieces, which can be arranged in various ways.  Besides a stairway, it can also be arranged as it is here, as a regular cabinet.  Here it doubles as the entertainment center, meaning for us, it holds the TV and the video player.


       Because it can be configured different ways, it has another unique feature:  the doors and drawers are the same on both sides.  The drawers can be slid out or removed from either side, with identical handles on either side.  What you see on this side is also what you see on the other side.
     Hemi learned early in life how to open doors.  If you linger in bed beyond 6:30 or so, you will hear him meowing and sticking his forepaw under the bedroom door, trying to get it open.  The door is closed and latched because if you don’t do that, he will be on the bed with you during the night.  That would be okay, too, except he can’t hold still.  He has to try continually to make his nest more comfortable, which means you will have a fuzzy tail or a purring nose in your face when you are trying to sleep.
      Hemi discovered the ring handles on the step cabinet.  He can hook the handle, pull it out and let it fall back, making a clinking sound, not unlike the grandkids when they were still in their crawling stage.  He could actually pull a couple of the lighter drawers out.  Unlike the grandkids, he didn’t remove the contents of the drawer and scatter them all over the floor.


      So far, so good.  Another thing Hemi likes to do is crinkle paper.  He likes to march in place on paper, newspaper, book, magazine, loose leafs, it doesn’t matter.  He likes the sound of the crinkling paper.  The hinged door provided a double treat form him.
      Inside are goodies wrapped in cellophane (an old word for you) that make a lot of noise when it is handled (or walked on) like crinkling paper.  The space probably has a smell from the various kinds of seaweed and other goodies.  Hemi found his way into that part of the cabinet.  When we blocked the front door, he went between the wall and the back side of the cabinet and got into the cabinet from that side.


      A piece of foam jammed between wall and cabinet cut off his access.  We managed to pass the rest of the week in peaceful coexistence.  
     Hemi was successfully captured and sent home.  He hates riding in a car.  If he thinks a car ride is imminent, he will hide.  In previous visits, we have spent a lot of time trying to find him when it came time to go home.  We have learned to lock him in the bathroom while we load his litter box and his food supply.  Such actions tip him off that a car ride is on the agenda.
     We have readjusted to life without a pet.  We don’t miss cleaning the litter box or trying to rid ourselves of black hair from clothes and seat cushions. 
     We do miss being greeted first thing in the morning with a chorus of meows, the flopping down on the floor in front of us, the demand to have belly and ears scratched.  We miss having a warm lap companion while sitting in front of computer or TV.
     Viva Hemi.
     

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