Friday, January 24, 2020

Flashback Friday

This flashback post is from January 2012 and was titled Table Trouble! Star was still with us and Glitter and Cashmere were not here yet.


Table Trouble

I know that there are many of you out there who don't mind cats on your counters and tables. I know that there are many of you who think even if you don't allow it, that the cats get up there anyway. Around here, we've worked hard over the years at getting the cats to know that they do not belong on counters or tables.

I will admit this next bit only to you.... I know that they do get on the counters, but I prefer them to hide this fact from me because if I don't know, it's not gonna bother me. Don't tell Greg though! He believes they don't get up where they aren't supposed to! And I sure as heck ain't gonna be the one to tell him any different!

The broken curtain rod on the window who's only access is from the counter or stove? I have no idea how that happened! So the bend in the rod resembles a certain black cat's belly and there is black fur on the curtain, I'm sure the rod bent from age and the fur means I need to vacuum more.. (his name was Calvin, he was so well behaved, except for this one window thing)

Tongue prints in the butter? Can't be!

Paw prints in the kitchen sink? That must be a water spot from an odd shaped dish..

Someone knocked stuff off the counter? Must have been one of us..

Fur clumps on the stove? They had to have floated there on some freak indoor wind..

Someone keeps opening the curtains that I can't reach past the table? Huh, maybe the rod is just slippery. No, those are not claw pulls in the gauzy material..

Denial, not just a river in Egypt! That's my motto!

Now that I've set the stage, so to speak: Along came Leo. By the time he arrived our kitchen table was turned into a computer table. And even though Greg wanted the 'no cats on the table' rule to stay intact, I was a little more lenient. Mostly because I didn't have my laptop when he arrived and sat there a lot during the day and Leo loved to hang over my shoulder there. Then he'd slide down and boy, he got heavy so I'd rest my arm on the table, and before too long it was Leo resting on my wrist rest. I told him that if Greg caught us, Leo's new name was 'wrist' so he was allowed to rest there!

When it comes to the folding table that we actually use for dinner, I'm with Greg. I'm not crazy about the thought of kitty butts where we eat..

Tonight I glanced up from my laptop and saw this:
Scanning... hmm, no chicken. Rats

Before I digress into 'who could yell at that face to get down??' take a good look at that picture, there's a lot going on! Aside from the fact that it hasn't been wiped off yet, just ignore that please... Notice the double lasers glowing along the table, like he's trying to slice it in half. Notice the one fat paw on the table. There were two when I looked up, I think that was his attempt to show that he was not, in fact, on the table. There's the nose just below the edge, hidden at the same time the other paw went down.
There's the complete absence of his huge floofy tail! There's the fact that he's completely ignoring the feather behind him! There's his LONG tummy! And then there's the back feet!

Let's get a close up on those:
You can totally see the extra back toes! You usually can't that well, they're much less obvious than his front paws. They look like little hands standing there.. or as his front paws were once described, like little blooming onions!

Back to the subject. All I had to do was look at him and he knew to drop back down. What a good boy! I was proud of him, and saw no reason to wake Greg in his chair to share the experience of having such an obedient boy.

I gave him a good snuggling, then he went off to see if his snack had magically appeared. He does that several times a day. I went back to reading kitty blogs because I'm kind of addicted to them.. Don't tell anyone!

A little while later, not even half an hour! I heard a noise, looked up and saw this!!
Hey. How ya doin'?

Gasp! ON the table Leo? Right in front of me?? Say it ain't so! Say my boy wouldn't disobey so blatantly right in front of my face! While daddy's right in the room too?! Get your butt down from there!

Daddy's snoring. Besides, I can't get down. Princess HissyFace is chasing me again.

And she was. She was sitting right below him, not letting him get down. I told her to chill out and keep moving, but she ignored me and stared at him. He glanced at her and didn't move. Alright, I'll have to deal with this, "Star, stop being ornery and go play with your kick-a-roo!"

That did it. Not that she paid any attention, but it woke up Greg! He was all, "Hey, what's he doing on the table!" I told him that his baby girl was preventing him from getting down. He scoffed, "Come here, Star" She went. Leo got down. Whew!

Now we can go back to believing they don't get where they don't belong!


I still believe in denial! What I don't know can't bother me, right? 


Sandee said...

I gave up on this no counters or tables. They do it anyway and I just wipe down the table before meals. It worked for me.

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World of Animals, Inc said...

Such a wonderful Flashback Friday post that you shared. Our little ones don't follow the rules at all. Counters and tables they are always on top of. Plus they need the counter to help them get unto the top of the refrigerator. Thanks for sharing. Have a fantastic upcoming weekend.
World of Animals

Memories of Eric and Flynn said...

Denial is a wonderful thing in the same way that the ginger fur on the counter top in the mornings couldn't possibly have meant Eric had been up there.(It was too long for Flynn's fur.)

Lola The Rescued Cat said...

We enjoyed your Flashback today! Lexy and I don't really go on the counters. We stay mostly on the table!

pilch92 said...

Cute flashback. I gave up on the counters years ago :)

Brian said...

Us kitties always have a good counter argument!

Summer said...

I'm worried that my human will put a motion-activated cam in the kitchen, just to see how often I get up on the counter when I know she doesn't like me up there!

Anne's Phamilyblog said...

Felines answer to no one so it seems as hopeless as controlling a screaming toddler! Sometime you have to roll with it. I will tell you once our feline girlie girl Rose (RIP) must have jumped up on the counter and knocked down a brand new bag of dog treats because there were guilty faces all around and someone opened that bag and passed out all the treats! I would love to have a camera as we have a canine/feline household! I keep wet wipes handy for all the times we need a quick wipe down on the counters. This post made me smile thinking of Rose and her antics. Happy weekend and HUGS

Mark's Mews (Ayla, Iza, and Marley) said...

We dont get up on the counters often. TBT sets it up with noisy stuff. But we are allowed up on furniture and tables. Annywhere there isnt food. Thats the hard part. Where we want to get most isnt allowed. But you do appreciate table access. That means we can sit on TBTs newspaper just where he is looking at. And we watch his eyes, so WE KNOW. THAT gets us lots of attention.

Katie Isabella said...

Katie's mom here: I enjoyed this to the max! Loved every word! I am going to share it with my cat brovvers, all three of them and several others who are cat slaves like all of us are. Hard to scarf down my breakfast eggs when I'm grinning from ear to ear. Creative? Sure was. Truthful report on their day-to-day and the best way to put i?..absotootly!

Kitties Blue said...

Denial is a good thing. We gave up on the no cats on the counters/table thing years ago. In fact, the dining room table is now where all the cat beds live. I spend lots and lots of time wiping down the counters. You know the minute you leave the house they go right to where they don’t belong. XOCK, angel Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, angel Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth, Calista Jo, Cooper Murphy and Sawyer