May 9th 2009 12:21 am
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Yesterday my mom left her closet door open slightly, so I went in to investigate. This was a relatively rare opportunity to explore; my mom is usually very good about keeping her closet door closed.
So I went in and poked around in one corner, and I noticed something I'd never noticed before -- there was a way to climb up some boxes and get into the laundry basket.
Lately I have been having some problems climbing stuff, but this was only a couple of boxes and a short hop into the basket. Piece of cake. The basket smelled like my mom and some dish towels. I had some fun digging around among the shirts, socks and dish towels piled up in it. Then I lay down in the little nest I made and enjoyed my new secret place in the shadowy half-closed closet.
When my new secret place got boring I had a little trouble getting out of the basket -- my hind legs caught on the rim as I leaped out and almost knocked the whole basket over. My mom happened to be watching at the time, so I acted like I meant for that to happen. Um . . . because I did. Really. Yep. I intended it to be so, exactly like that. Yessiree bob. Mmm-hmm. Ask any cat, they'll tell you. (Even so, I hope next time my mom isn't looking.)
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