Caroline’s Kitty Corner

Okay, I’ve seen a lot of things, but this AP article is totally a new thing for me. I guaranty you that the bathroom in the Greyhound station in Fargo North Dakota would never get this award!

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don’t speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want – good or bad–BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you.

Okay, this has been an interesting day. It’s really cold outside right now, (if we hit 5 degrees at all we were lucky), so we’ve been staying inside where it’s warmer. I’m a little cold at the moment myself, but that will improve after I wrap up in a blanket.

Anyway, Jim decided that since there was nothing better to do he’d do the laundry for the week. Fine with me. SMILE! So he started working on the first two loads since we have two machines on our floor. When he folds the clothes, he lays them flat on the bed, but he puts a towel down first and uses the towel for the folding. Today though when he went to get a towel he got another surprise.

By now you should know me well enough to know that I just can’t tell a story; I have to draw it out and include as many unnecessary details as possible. This story is not going to be the exception. I have to explain more about the apartment first. Overall, (despite the impression I may have given in a previous post, I really like this apartment. It’s centrally located for me to travel for work, and in general transportation options are better in this area. The other advantage is that because this is a new building it’s got a lot of updated features and amenities that older apartment buildings might not necessarily include. One great thing is that in this two-bedroom apartment we have a total of six closets, one of which is a walk-in in our bedroom. This gives us quite a bit of space to store things.

One of these closets is just inside our bathroom. We use it of course to store towels and other bathroom things. (What a surprise, right?) The day we moved in though, I removed the bottom shelf and we also started using that closet for the litter box. It has two sliding doors, so we just keep one side open and Taz and Cally can come and go as they please. This has always worked out really well. Today though we think the litter box served a different purpose.

We were on the phone this morning and heard this weird thump. I really didn’t think too much about it because the person that lives above us is rather loud so I figured it was just her after a couple of beers. We finished our conversation and Jim went to get the first two loads. In the mean time, I made another phone call, and was on the phone when Jim came back and went to get a towel out of the bathroom, which is directly across the hall from my office. He told me that I needed to come into the bathroom. My first thought was that something had happened and he wanted to make me aware of it. I walked in and he told me to reach into the closet, and he showed me which shelf. I put my hand in, not knowing quite what to expect. I was, needless to say, quite releaved when the object that Jim wanted me to see was not anything broken, dirty, or smelly. It turned out to be none other than Cally. We figure she climbed on top of the litter box and then jumped from there to the closet shelf, or possibly climed the shelves since there are several of them. The shelf she was laying on is maybe four to four and a half feet off the ground, and two shelves above the litter box. She just stayed there for a while, all curled up in a pile of towels. Jim was able to take a towel without disturbing her and she just lay there looking innocent. She got up later, and is currently sleeping right behind me on the bed.

So, that’s my story. I just had to tell everyone about it because it was just the cutest thing! I don’t have kids, so the cats are my kids. Those are where my stories come from. SMILE! Now I’m off to try to find new books to read from WebBraille. I’m out of reading material!