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Cat Forum / Cat Anecdotes / October 2004Laundry day at the Singhs
and so Louie brings up nice, fresh sheets, warm from the dryer, ready to spread and fit upon the futon we use for a bed, because we've been married only 2 years and can't afford jack... "Dear, what on earth is that lump under the sheet?" "It would appear to be a cat, dear." "Which one?" Have you ever seen the Tom and Jerry cartoons where Jerry is running and trying to sneak out under a rug, and you see a little lump moving? Now imagine that lump the size of a rather large meatloaf, moving like Jaws in the direction of Louie's bare feet. From the yowl that came from my husband, we figured correctly that it was Stosh, who had seen the opportunity for an ambush and took it while he could. We could not get him out of that sheet to save our skins. He rolled and wrestled in it, wrapping it around himself several times, muttering low-level vulgarities at the treacherous laundry that now turned on him. When he was finally through, he looked like a little cocoon; and when he emerged from one end of the roll, our plump Stosh looked more like a serving of pigs-in-blankets. We can no longer do laundry without Stosh there waiting for an opportunity to play Sheet, otherwise known as Solo Sumo. Last night it was like a covert operation, changing the sheets whithout attracting Stosh, who is drawn to the sound like moths to flame. We'd never made that bed so fast. Not bad for a couple of compulsive slobs. Blessed be, Baha >Last night it >was like a covert operation, changing the sheets whithout attracting [quoted text clipped - 3 lines] >Blessed be, >Baha I had a cat who loved to do the same thing. His name was Lucky. He died in the LA riots due to veterinary misscommunication. Reading that story made me miss him all over again :.) He also loved to run to the edge of the bed, I'd pick him up and toss him a few feet in the air and he'd land back on the bed. He'd run back to the edge to be tossed again. Then we'd play mock wrestlmania. This was in the 80's. You had to be there. He also loved to get deep under the covers and sleep next to my feet on cold winter nights. > >Last night it > >was like a covert operation, changing the sheets whithout attracting [quoted text clipped - 11 lines] > was in the 80's. You had to be there. He also loved to get deep under the > covers and sleep next to my feet on cold winter nights. I hope you gave the vets a Doc Marten where the sun don't shine. I'm sorry to hear about how you lost your baby, the poor fellow. He sounds like he was a fun guy. I knew a Lucky too, when I was taking care of this man with a neuromuscular condition. Making his bed was an adventure. The man was really obsessive about doing his bed JUST SO, and the cat made it hard. Lucky was constantly darting under sthe sheets, or hopping right where I was supposed to do the corners, etc. half of my two hour shift was spent just in cat removal. Blessed be, Baha I found this one on Google Groups. Hey, I know a bit about that chair.... wonder if the guy who used to own it (before the adventure packed ride on top of my truck) would smile if he knew a cat owned it now? I'll tell him Sunday when I see him in church.  SignatureChristopher A. Young Learn more about Jesus www.lds.org www.mormons.com Or maybe I should say Archie Bunker... For those outside the US or Canada unfamiliar with classic American TV, Archie Bunker is a sort of iconic character from a show called "All In The Family" (based on the UK's "Til Death Do Us Part") which in this country was a groundbreaker in dealing with racial, economic and generational issues. Archie was a loudmouthed, unschooled middle-class worker with conservative values and ethnic prejudices, ironically played by a liberal, intelligent and openhearted fellow, the late Carroll O'Connor. One of Archie's trademarks was "HIS chair," which was sacrosanct and even his own beloved daughter was not allowed to park her little tuchus therein. Stosh is becoming Archie. We have this nice, comfortable office chair which was given us by a friend, and we were planning on bringing up to the computer. And then Stosh decided it was HIS. He'll throw a tantrum of anyone else in the house, cat or not, sits in it. He'll break into a running fit and knock stuff over, muttering vulgarities. Last time I tried to park it, I got a nip in the ankle to let me know my place. I could hear him saying impatiently, "Geddoutta my CHAIR!!!" in that drawn-out, Noo Yawk accent so delightfully portrayed by the late Carroll. Boxing matches have taken place over possession of The Chair in the past few weeks, with Stosh the clear winner. My husband is scared witless of taking it upstairs. Blessed be, Baha ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- Oy vay, you found my old message! Do tell the fellow. I think he'll find it a hoot. Stosh is getting a little more generous though, and allows Brandy to sit there. Only Brandy. crazy kid. Blessed be, Baha > I found this one on Google Groups. Hey, I know a bit about that chair.... > wonder if the guy who used to own it (before the adventure packed ride on [quoted text clipped - 41 lines] > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- > ---- > We can no longer do laundry without Stosh there waiting for an > opportunity to play Sheet, otherwise known as Solo Sumo. Last night it [quoted text clipped - 4 lines] > Blessed be, > Baha I think Amelia learned from the same book that Stosh did. I can get the fitted sheet in place with out a problem (usually), but as soon as I fluff out the top sheet, it comes down with a great big kitty lump in the middle. If I pet the kitty lump it meows loudly. If I tickle the sheet in front of it, it plays with my fingers. We play for a few minutes, then I pull the sheet down just enough to uncover her head, and she dashes off for a new play area. On Wed, 20 Oct, Baha wrote: >and so Louie brings up nice, fresh sheets, warm from the dryer, ready to >spread and fit upon the futon we use for a bed, because we've been [quoted text clipped - 3 lines] >"It would appear to be a cat, dear." >"Which one?" ---------------------<snip>---------------------- My Smokey loves to help make the bed. He gets up on the mattress pad under the fitted sheet and while it's being tucked in at one end, he will dive into one of the already fitted corners and tear it loose at the other. DH has to go around the bed a few times to get things done. Once Smokey hears the sound of sheets being shaken out, he'll wait a few moments and then enter the bedroom at full speed and make his corner dive. DH actually enjoys this game and refuses my offers of help. Regards and Purrs, O J > We can no longer do laundry without Stosh there waiting for an > opportunity to play Sheet, otherwise known as Solo Sumo. Last night it Ha! You try making the bed with half a dozen cats wanting to play under the sheets... :) SignatureVictor Martinez Owned and operated by the Fantastic Seven (TM) Send your spam here: uce@ftc.gov Email me here: pistorLITTER@BOXaustin.rr.com > and so Louie brings up nice, fresh sheets, warm from the dryer, ready to > spread and fit upon the futon we use for a bed, because we've been [quoted text clipped - 26 lines] > Blessed be, > Baha My 14-year-old Bandit's favorite game is "Put the sheets on the bed". She gets so excited and rolls around so much that by the time the sheets are finally on the bed they are so full of cat hair they need to be changed again - hey, is that her intention!!??? Hugs, CatNipped > My 14-year-old Bandit's favorite game is "Put the sheets on the bed". She > gets so excited and rolls around so much that by the time the sheets are > finally on the bed they are so full of cat hair they need to be changed > again - hey, is that her intention!!??? Kumani is ALL ABOUT putting sheets on the bed. Ever dry the sheets and feel like you've pulled another cat's worth of fur out of the lint trap? Tyche and Nocturne seem to prefer dirty laundry. They sleep in the laundry basket. Tyche has been known to sleep in an EMPTY laundry basket. The greatest is when she flips it over ONTO herself, effectively putting herself into a "zoo cage" and then goes to sleep under it! Smokey meanwhile has no interest in laundry--that's his couch and he's sticking to it. --Fil <snip funny story of stealth Stosh in sheets> Pippin insists on helping to make the bed. He has to inspect each layer as it goes on, and perforates each one to ensure proper ventilation for his humans. Here is a fun story of Mithu's reaction to Pippin's work: http://www.flippyscatpage.com/lump.html Cheers Caroline S. > "Dear, what on earth is that lump under the sheet?" > "It would appear to be a cat, dear." > Blessed be, > Baha LOL Persia also likes to play the sheet game. There is simply something irresistable about warm sheets to cats. She'll get under the top sheet (sometimes even the fitted bottom sheet) and crawl around looking like a lumpy spelunker trying to find her way out of a cavern. If I tap the sheet in front of her, she pounces. If I pat her hindquarters, she spins around like "What was that?" Yes, it takes much longer to make the bed with just one cat so I can only imagine 3 or 6 of them all trying to get in on the game. Jill Cat ambushed? SignatureChristopher A. Young Learn more about Jesus www.lds.org www.mormons.com and so Louie brings up nice, fresh sheets, warm from the dryer, ready to spread and fit upon the futon we use for a bed, because we've been married only 2 years and can't afford jack... "Dear, what on earth is that lump under the sheet?" "It would appear to be a cat, dear." "Which one?" Have you ever seen the Tom and Jerry cartoons where Jerry is running and trying to sneak out under a rug, and you see a little lump moving? Now imagine that lump the size of a rather large meatloaf, moving like Jaws in the direction of Louie's bare feet. From the yowl that came from my husband, we figured correctly that it was Stosh, who had seen the opportunity for an ambush and took it while he could. We could not get him out of that sheet to save our skins. He rolled and wrestled in it, wrapping it around himself several times, muttering low-level vulgarities at the treacherous laundry that now turned on him. When he was finally through, he looked like a little cocoon; and when he emerged from one end of the roll, our plump Stosh looked more like a serving of pigs-in-blankets. We can no longer do laundry without Stosh there waiting for an opportunity to play Sheet, otherwise known as Solo Sumo. Last night it was like a covert operation, changing the sheets whithout attracting Stosh, who is drawn to the sound like moths to flame. We'd never made that bed so fast. Not bad for a couple of compulsive slobs. Blessed be, Baha |
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