…. and when she is old she shall be weird.”
Cricket, like most cats, likes to cram her body into tiny nooks & crannies. There is no box she can’t fit into, even a box that doesn’t exist.
Ok, think ill of me if you will, but I let my cat sit on the counter. Not the food preparation part, but the ‘desk’ part where the computer is. It’s usually covered with mail/papers/boxes I don’t deliver, and she sits on the paper in a very “I’m not actually on the counter” kind of way. (If she does try to get on another part of the counter or on the table , you must yell “DharmaDharmaDharma!!” at her. Nothing else will work.)
So, a couple of nights ago I was trying to clean off the area and pulled a small envelope out from under her. Lloyd said, “Do you think she’d sit on a rectangle if you drew it on the counter?”
Wisely avoiding the Sharpie, I went with tape. Sure ’nuff.