On the list of things to do for my place is “finish painting kitchen cabinet doors”. I’ve been putting it off because it isn’t a high priority, the cats really haven’t been interested in getting into them.
Until now.
Fearless, on her continuing journey to lay on every flat surface possible, finally realized that those things I put dishes in are big enough for her. And, as luck would have it, the range hood makes a very good step.
There is quite a lot of dust on top of the cabinets, it’s one of the few places I didn’t clean, and every time Swiffer-butt moved she would sweep bits of dust off. It was like grey snow. She had some trouble getting down and fell more than jumped, but was unhurt. I figured once would be enough and she would lose interest in it. And of course the next morning she proved me wrong.
I pulled the bottom drawer out of my dresser in order to go through the random assortment of crap inside it (for some reason it became a catch-all drawer instead of a clothing drawer). Within seconds, there was a cat in the empty space. Soon as I shushed her out of it, another cat took her place. I have photographic evidence. Silly creatures.
I have to be careful when I open and close closet doorsm, especially the hall closet and the pantry; even though she’s been in them a million times she always rushes in like she’s expecting to find Narnia in there.
George is the same way with my pantry and Lily-Belle has an obsession with my bathroom. It’s like playing soccer with cats around here when I open a door.
Bugsy, the Insane is afraid of high places. Further evidence he’s an alien in a cat suit. He does, however, have an obsession with floor-high cabinets, drawers, closet doors, etc.
Put some paint on her tail and get her to touch up that blue spot on the ceiling while she is up there.