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Last night, around 2 am, the cats were all over the place -- following us around, meowing in the kitchen (though they had food), jumping up on the furniture to paw at the door knob to the sun porch. What made it really striking was that they each jumped up onto the kitchen counter, for the first time since they were kittens! OK, they may go up there when they know we're not watching, but they know it's Not Allowed, and they're generally well-behaved little creatures.
What was this? Was it the remnants from the sausages that we grilled earlier? Or the s'mores that we did after the main grilling? Or the apple brandy, which we finally broke into 11 months after buying it at a small winery in Michigan when camping last summer? (Malfoy does like alcohol...)
Nope, none of that. It turns out that when we'd opened up all the mirrors in the bathroom to give Eleanor lots of things to look at, we'd closed off access to the litter box there. And the other litter box was on the sun porch, but that door was closed too. And it'd been hours and hours, and they were just really tired of being patient.
I've never seen them both use the litter box at once. Poor cats!
What was this? Was it the remnants from the sausages that we grilled earlier? Or the s'mores that we did after the main grilling? Or the apple brandy, which we finally broke into 11 months after buying it at a small winery in Michigan when camping last summer? (Malfoy does like alcohol...)
Nope, none of that. It turns out that when we'd opened up all the mirrors in the bathroom to give Eleanor lots of things to look at, we'd closed off access to the litter box there. And the other litter box was on the sun porch, but that door was closed too. And it'd been hours and hours, and they were just really tired of being patient.
I've never seen them both use the litter box at once. Poor cats!
