Down's the problem!
Jan. 28th, 2011 12:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
olorielCat story time!
Jörg is back, so we were sleeping upstairs again. (Still no stairs, but someone to look after clumsy me when I'm climbing ladders :p). Or rather, we were trying to fall asleep.
When we'd left the living-room, the cats had looked extremely disappointed, as if to say "What, not sleeping here tonight? But you make such a nice pillow and we've warmed your bed and all!" While we were lying in bed and trying to fall asleep, we could hear stuff toppling over downstairs, suggesting that one of the cats had run into something or balanced on the old stairs (which are currently serving as a sort of side-board for tools) or somesuch. Then there was silence.
And then, right there in our bedroom... the traipsing of little cat paws.
"There's a cat in here", says I.
"Can't be", says Jörg, because there are no stairs after all.
"There's a cat in here", I repeat, because the traipsing is still going on.
"Turn on the light", says Jörg.
I do, and say, "Look, a 'náro."
"Can't be."
"Look, he's right there."
"I know, but he can't be here!"
Well, he was, and made himself comfortable on Jörg's feet shortly after, looking very satisfied with himself.
Of course the cats learned to climb stairs, and they can climb trees and masts, too, so it wasn't too surprising... either he managed the ladder, or he climbed up the old oak beam. After all, only the foot is rotted, and further up it's actually still got some bark (with ax marks in it, that tree apparently refused to be decorticated back in the day).
But it seems that he actually took the ladder. Clever cat.
Next morning: "Mow! Mow! Mow?!"
Then some sounds as if a cat was trying to climb down the ladder, but not quite managing. Traipsing paws come back to the bedroom. Again: "Mow! Mow! Mow?!"
Which means as much as: OMG MY BLADDER IS FULL THE CAT LITTER IS DOWNSTAIRS IF I DON'T GET THERE SOON I'LL GO ON THE FLOOR.
Jörg, already up and dressed: "I tried to carry him downstairs, but whenever I reach for him he runs away."
I, awake due to excessive MOW!ing: "I'll catch him and put him in your arms, just a second."
Did that.
Jörg carries cat, who in mid-climb panics and clings to the upstairs floor and tries to push up like his life depends on it. (You know, like a cat having to be saved from a tree clawing at the poor fireman?). Seriously, he left dents in the wood and all. I carefully pry his claws loose and tell him not to be afraid. He is unconvinced and tries to cling again. I pry him loose, then he's out of reach of the floor and Jörg can carry him down and set him on the floor in the hallway. 'náro is all grateful, then rushes outside (in the old days, they used to come inside to pee, but these days they much prefer some sand or old leaves to the cat litter).
I guess we must be grateful that cats are at the same time so clever and so stupid. Otherwise they'd already be ruling the world...
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Date: 2011-01-28 12:37 pm (UTC)[Error: unknown template video]
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Date: 2011-01-28 02:03 pm (UTC)Our cat climbing the ladder to the high bed the first time. He couldn't get down either - still can't on the ladder - so we put some wooden boards in the bookshelf in the background. (The one with penguin.)
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Date: 2011-01-28 05:35 pm (UTC)ETA - can't even spell "cats"... something is definitely wrong.
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Date: 2011-01-28 07:08 pm (UTC)(And I sleep insanely long these days. No fixed schedule + hormon-induced tiredness = what, anything wrong with 10 hours of sleep? :D)
Well, and 3), the old stairs were no less steep and definitely less regular than a ladder. So I'm sort of used to watching where I step
in the morningwhen I get up. ^^no subject
Date: 2011-01-28 07:09 pm (UTC)fatfluffy cat.no subject
Date: 2011-01-28 07:10 pm (UTC)