Ella's got her diet figured out, she eats the food a cat should eat (mostly) and she's living as much of the kitty dream as one cat can when cooped up in a small apartment on the corner of two busy streets in the downtown district of a "big" city. She stalks things we can see, and others we cannot (and tends to see and hear more than we do on a daily basis.) She hides in the plants, in boxes, in coolers, in closets, in blankets, in cupboards, on book shelves, behind the TV, under the tub, and most often, in the sink. According to her, you'd NEVER know she was there.
In our quest to uncover and reclaim the healthiest lifestyle we can, the human duo in this equation decided to test our casita for mold. Iew right? But today the process seemed more comical than frustrating as I watched the man-human in the house try to keep Kitty Boo out of the sticky traps laid out in wait for the heinous mold spores.
Attempt 1: tip laundry hamper over across bedroom doorway, close curtain over hamper. Result: Failed
Attempt 2: close bathroom door (that officially latches now.) Result: kitty banging her body against the door and then sitting sullenly outside waiting for some dumb human to open it up. Result: Success!
Attempt 3: Chase cat around house petting her incessantly. Result: Success at the expense of an Angry/Grumpy Ella hiding in her pet carrier (humans laughing, because they are rude like that.)
Attempt 4: (suggested by lady-human) Put cat treats in empty egg carton and close lid, see if this will hold the Furry One's attention. Result: 15 minutes of a frustrated Ella pushing, pawing, and nosing the carton around before the humans stopped laughing and felt sorry for her and used their evolutionary gift of opposable thumbs to open the carton and free the tasty treats. Pseudo Success.
Needless to say for all our entertainment, the cat tired of the game, gave up her curiosity, and spent the rest of the afternoon curled in her pet carrier (which she hates to be put in, but has no problem entering under her own free will) intermittently grooming, purring, suckling her own fur (odd duck,) and snoozing solidly. Sounds like solid Sunday for the feline.
