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This is just a thread to talk about the weird little physical changes that kitties have inspired in your homes.
When Little Ren was alive he knew how to turn on the stove burners. He'd jump on top of the stove, look over the edge at the black knobs, which were nicely horizontal when the stove was turned off. He'd lean over the edge and put a paw on the edge of the knob then lean his weight into it until it turned. Then he'd sit on top of the stove and enjoy the heat from his little campfire. So I ended up removing the black knobs from the stove and keeping them in a little bowl, putting them on/off the stove every time I wanted to use it. Of course two of them got lost somehow so now I have a stove with only half its knobs.
Little Ren also knew how to turn on the stereo. He'd jump on top of it and lean over and start batting at buttons until he hit ON. My cure for this was to unplug the stereo. He would also turn on the TV. He'd stand on the floor in front of it and reach up with his paws until he smacked the ON button. My cure for that was unplugging the tv too. Was a pain in the butt having to move the entertainment center all the time. You'd think the little bugger would have been smart enough to learn how to turn them OFF too but that never happened.
The kitty condo is in the living room in front of a window. There really is no other place for it to fit and kitties like laying on it while they bird-watch. It didn't take long for me to figure out that a cat tree next to curtains really wasn't a good idea. So now the living room has one naked window and one window with curtains on it.
The faucet on the bathroom sink hasn't been turned completely off for years. It has to slowly drip into a bowl. When I want to use the sink I have to take the bowl out first. The bowl and dripping faucet are needed only half the time, of course, because the other half of the time the cat is drinking out of the toilet.
Oh yes, I used to have pretty blue water in my toilet. And it smelled nice too.
My bed is no longer really a bed. A better term for it would be "nest." I used to have the prettiest cream-coloured lace duvet on it. Now it has some ugly-arsed quilt that won't catch claws. And flannel sheets are used year round because miss priss-butt here doesn't like cool cotton sheets. And her three micro-fiber blankies need to be on top of the covers in case she wants to use them instead of crawling under the quilt. It looks like hell, it really does.
I haven't had a Christmas tree for darn near 30 years. I know there are safe ways to have a tree but it still seemed like too much of a risk to me so I just haven't bothered messing with one.
So what changes have you made to accommodate your four-legged family members?
When Little Ren was alive he knew how to turn on the stove burners. He'd jump on top of the stove, look over the edge at the black knobs, which were nicely horizontal when the stove was turned off. He'd lean over the edge and put a paw on the edge of the knob then lean his weight into it until it turned. Then he'd sit on top of the stove and enjoy the heat from his little campfire. So I ended up removing the black knobs from the stove and keeping them in a little bowl, putting them on/off the stove every time I wanted to use it. Of course two of them got lost somehow so now I have a stove with only half its knobs.
Little Ren also knew how to turn on the stereo. He'd jump on top of it and lean over and start batting at buttons until he hit ON. My cure for this was to unplug the stereo. He would also turn on the TV. He'd stand on the floor in front of it and reach up with his paws until he smacked the ON button. My cure for that was unplugging the tv too. Was a pain in the butt having to move the entertainment center all the time. You'd think the little bugger would have been smart enough to learn how to turn them OFF too but that never happened.
The kitty condo is in the living room in front of a window. There really is no other place for it to fit and kitties like laying on it while they bird-watch. It didn't take long for me to figure out that a cat tree next to curtains really wasn't a good idea. So now the living room has one naked window and one window with curtains on it.
The faucet on the bathroom sink hasn't been turned completely off for years. It has to slowly drip into a bowl. When I want to use the sink I have to take the bowl out first. The bowl and dripping faucet are needed only half the time, of course, because the other half of the time the cat is drinking out of the toilet.
Oh yes, I used to have pretty blue water in my toilet. And it smelled nice too.
My bed is no longer really a bed. A better term for it would be "nest." I used to have the prettiest cream-coloured lace duvet on it. Now it has some ugly-arsed quilt that won't catch claws. And flannel sheets are used year round because miss priss-butt here doesn't like cool cotton sheets. And her three micro-fiber blankies need to be on top of the covers in case she wants to use them instead of crawling under the quilt. It looks like hell, it really does.
I haven't had a Christmas tree for darn near 30 years. I know there are safe ways to have a tree but it still seemed like too much of a risk to me so I just haven't bothered messing with one.
So what changes have you made to accommodate your four-legged family members?