February 10th 2012 12:42 pm
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This story is being told (written) by my mommy. She can tell it better than I can...
Last Friday we decided it was time for Dot to get her first collar. She had just had her shots a few days earlier. A friend had suggested that we get her a collar, and put her rabies tag on it in case she got out of our apartment, others would see she had had her shots.
So, we go to the store, pick out a really pretty collar for her. It was purple with little rhinestones in the shape of little paw prints all the way around it. We bring it home and put it on her, and man she had a fit trying to get it off! Ray and I figured we would let her wear it over night until we could find a split ring to put her rabies tag on it.
Saturday morning she still had it on, but continued to scratch at it trying to get it off. We found a split ring, took off her collar put the tag on it and put it back on her. She would scratch at it once in a while, but she pretty much left it alone. Things seemed to be fine, or so we thought.
Sunday morning I wake up and have to go do my business in the bathroom. I did such and turned to look in the toilet, and it looked like there was something in the bottom of the toilet. I blew it off and flushed and went back in the bedroom. A little while later Dot came into our bedroom, and went to visit Ray. He asked me if I knew her collar was missing. No, I didn't because I hadn't seen her that morning, before then.
Ray and I proceeded to search the entire apartment from top to bottom, no collar could be found anywhere. I looked at Ray and told him the only other place I could figure she had put it was in the toilet (Remember, I thought I'd seen something in there earlier?) so we let it go.
Monday we had to go see Brandon (my youngest son) down in North Myrtle Beach, so I figured while we were there, I'd go by the Dollar Tree and pick her up 2 or 3 more collars (since they were only a dollar each, what could it hurt?) We got home later that evening, and I put one of them on her.
The next morning we got up, and low and behold, her new collar was GONE! The first place I went to check was in the toilet, and THERE it was! She had gotten the collar off and carried it into the bathroom, jumped up on the toilet and dropped it in! She had figured out, by watching me flush the toilet, that what ever was in it would disappear! Later that day, I was hanging out with a friend, and we realized she wasn't wearing her collar... Once again, I checked the toilet, and there it was!
Since the water was clean, I took it out and put it back on her while it was still wet. She has realized that I know what she was doing, and hasn't tried to get it off or make it disappear again!
And some people think Cats aren't smart.
You can't prove it by me!!!
(Shortly after we first posted this I went into the bathroom and guess what I found? YUP, you got it. It was there AGAIN!!)
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