Bud E Phat and Elsa, both love to lounge on the patio. Which requires I leave the door open for them to enter and exit at will. Along with a few of flying friends. For those of you who do not know about my extreme issues with all things entomology please see http://www.lisatastrophies.com/2008/03/help-im-buggin-out.html
So after purchasing what amounts to enough extermination chemicals to rid the entire state of anything even thinking about flying (including 747's, small birds and Green-skinned-ruby-slipper-stealing witches) I gave up and bought a screen door cover. Only it's not a door. I can't have a real screen door since I currently live in an apartment complex run by former Nazis and they frown on any form of home improvement. So I got this cool screen that hangs from the top of the door frame and mimics a door. Thank GAWD for velcro and spring loaded poles on this thing or it would have never made it out of the box. Anyway, to get in and out, all the cats have to do is push their way through the hanging screen. Simple enough, right. RRRIIIGGGHHHTTT...
Now I am not sure who is going to get the award for being higher on the evolutionary scale: the cats for sitting there staring at the screen for over an hour straight trying to figure out how to get inside. Or me for sitting there for an hour straight watching them watch the screen trying to figure out how to get inside. At this point I leaning toward it being a tie.
After three days of the Great Screen Door Stare Down and me repeatedly shoving their rotund bodies through a flimsy screen in a vain attempt to teach their cat-brains to comprehend the physics of cat-in-the-door : cat-out-the-door (I even made some rudimentary slides on the concept of inertia), I thought they were starting to get it.
Until tonight and Elsa sitting outside the screen meowing like she was never again going to get Fancy Feast. After about ten minutes of Meow-a-polousa I started to wonder if things were o.k. Was she dying? Had she gotten her tail caught on something? Was the house on fire and she was trying to bravely save my life by alerting me to the coming danger?
No, Miss I-hope-she-marries-well-cause-she's-dumber-than-a-box-of-rocks had forgotten how to push the screen aside so she could get back inside.
So much for my brilliant teaching skills.
6 comments:
Ah, but they keep us entertained, no?
You might not want to put this on a resume...
LOL. I have bug issues as well. Rupert isn't the brightest bulb either these days. Ran right into the wall. And is eating his poo. Yuck.
My dog is dumb as shit, but my cats? My cats were smart. Um, well, the oldest one was. Anna Bananna - she was so sweet and just brilliant. She passed away last year at the ripe old age of 16. I loved that cat.
Vanessa: Amen. Elsa is doing some tail chasing entertainment right now.
MJenks: Yeah, I have other things I can't put on the resume either...
Caps: yeah, their dumb but soooo cute
Princess B: I remember you saying something about Rupert and the poo eating. :-Q
DG: Oh I am sorry about Anna B. Sending hugs.
lol, can we trade cats, because for mine to sit and not figure how to get back in would mean that people are iceskating in hell. I literally had to cat proof my house when I moved, they tested and tried EVERYTHING. In my old apartment, we had the lever handles on doors, do you know my cats would jump up and open doors pulling down on the lever? Well in this house, we have circular door knobs, it took them exactly two weeks of trying to figure out that they couldn't turn door knobs. I used to walk past them and laugh going "thumbs"!
So where did you get the swinging door thingy, sounds like what I need for my cat room.
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