Never one to disappoint, I decided, well why not write about dusting my cats? Not that I’ve ever done it. But come to think of it, it just might be easier than trying to vacuum clean them. And while I’ve never actually dusted my cats, I have on occasion mistaken my feather duster for one of my cats.
Look at the photos below and see for yourself. It’s an honest mistake that anyone could make. And I figured out the error fairly quickly. The duster wouldn’t eat no matter how many times I put the food dish in front of it, and the cat was way better at sweeping the furniture clean.
I labeled the photos just in case you can’t tell the difference, either.
I came home one day after grocery shopping and as I was preparing to put the groceries away, I peeked around the corner into the living room to see if the cats were in the apartment. Sure enough, I saw a gray form curled up on the living room floor. I couldn’t tell which cat it was – Bonnie or Clyde – but I greeted it and tried to entice it into the kitchen with me. The form didn’t move.
Growing concerned, I set the groceries down and, fearing the worst, made my way into the living room to see what was the matter. There lying on my living room carpet was the hugest rat I’ve ever seen. Literally the size of my cats! Thankfully dead.
I couldn’t believe that I’d actually been talking to that horrific thing. Cajoling it even. I mean, who cajoles a 12-pound feral rat?
I couldn’t figure out whether the cats had killed it and dragged it inside (it would have taken both of them working in tandem), or whether the thing came in on its own steam and then met its demise once inside. In the end, it didn’t really matter, I suppose. I was just glad it was dead.
I can’t remember if it was that incident or the discovery of bats coming through the window that led me to finally stop leaving the kitchen window open.
These days I still don’t have anything worth stealing, but I keep my window shut tight. If the cats want out, they have to pantomime their needs until I figure it out. It pays off for them, though. With all that practice, they can now beat me at charades almost every time.