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What crimes have your cats comitted? or maybe you have a mccavity cat, a hidden paw, or has your cat been the victim of any villianous activity, such as poodle prowling?
Several years ago, when Hypatia was still a kitten, we had a problem with socks being found around the house. Mom would pick them up and come yell at whoever they belonged to. If they were dirty, it was "Is it really so hard to put them in the dirty laundry hamper??" and if they were clean it was "I just folded these and put them in the hamper, why are they on the ground??" Of course, my brother and I swore up and down that we had put the dirty ones in the hamper, and we had never seen the clean ones to begin with.
"Well who do you think is doing it, the cat?!"
A few weeks after this all started, mom was sitting in the living room with a hamper full of clean laundry pushed under the coffee table. With her sitting right there, Hypatia crawled under the table, slithered into the hamper, and grabbed a matched pair of socks and dragged them all over the house "hunting" them.
And that is the story of how my Hypatia tried to frame me!
Sidenote: They were always stolen in pairs. If they weren't matched already, she would climb back into the hamper and find the other one.
One year, I decided to drag out my Grandma's recipe and make a batch of hot cross buns to take to work before Easter. The recipe made maybe 2 dozen buns. After they were baked and frosted, I left them out on the kitchen counter for the icing to set while I went out and ran some errands.
When I came back, the baking trays were still on the counter, but completely empty. Not a bun in sight. I thought maybe I was brain dead and had already packed them up, but I couldn't find them anywhere. I couldn't imagine who could have taken them, or how, or why.
Later I happened to notice something odd under a coffee table. Upon investigation it proved to be the remains of a hot cross bun - with all of the icing licked off, and most of the raisins picked out. Upon further investigation, I found the rest of the buns, in similar condition. Apparently they had all been sampled and then "moused" under various pieces of furniture.
The culprit (betrayed by icing on his whiskers) turned out to be Wowcat, a part Siamese with huge blue eyes, white fur, and "points" of very pale yellow tabby stripe. He was the most beautiful cat I have ever adopted, and the most profoundly retarded. His name came from the fact that he was very chatty, and walked around constantly saying "Wow" in a loud, penetrating voice.
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