Item the second:
All my cats share the same favorite toy, a fuzzy red squid on a stick from the Animal Planet line of cat toys. They made cat toys for like, six weeks, and then discontinued them, which is terrible, because their toys were AWESOME. The squid is the last survivor of the original batch, and is put carefully away when not in use, since otherwise the fur squad would turn it into so much cotton calimari.
Last night, Thomas and I had a good squid-swing, and I put the squid away, not noticing as I did that he was watching, intently, to see where it went. On a shelf. Six feet above the ground. Fifteen minutes later, I heard a loud clatter, and got up to see what was going on. Nothing appeared to have been knocked over; I shrugged and went back to watching Glee.
Clatter clatter clatter. Clatter. The hell? I got up again, and discovered that the clattering noise was the stick, banging against things, as Thomas proudly toted the squid around the house. I took it away. I put it away. Ten minutes later...
CLATTER.
Sigh.
So yeah. Maine Coons are a) capable of logic, and b) big enough that they can jump really bloody high when they want something. You have been warned.
February 23 2011, 20:20:12 UTC 6 years ago
February 25 2011, 12:44:13 UTC 6 years ago
Ilsa, the Siamese, likes to open cabinets so that Bella can get in, then shut them (and leave her stuck in them). This has led to a rather interesting set of rubber band decorations around the house, whereby we rubber band the cabinets closed if Ilsa shows any interest in opening and closing them. My other two Maine Coons (yay for being a breeder, my life is full of huge galumphing animals) are far, far smarter. Bella takes after her daddy, who is a beautiful retired show cat... And beyond retarded.