Closed Doors

Last night we planned to enter the Closed Wooden Door. Naturally, we waited until the girl had entered the room, then began scratching at the door to let her know we needed to have access to the room. After several attempts at shooing us away (she didn't think we would give up that easily, did she?), she finally relented and opened the door. After a few minutes of looking around under the bed, we made our way onto the bed and snuggled into the fluffy down comforter. The girl must have been so happy to have her kitties nearby!
~Mr. B & Sheba

Sometime during the night, I wanted to try to look out the window. As I jumped from the bed onto the bedside table, a full glass of water that the girl had foolishly put there was spilled all over the floor. Then I jumped up onto the dresser, where I found a nice MSU basketball team poster to chew up. I walked across a few jewelry boxes and CDs, to finally reach the window. It took me a few minutes of pawing at the shades before I could finally look out. Not much to see in the parking lot (the squirrels must be sleeping), so I hopped onto the desk and climbed precariously up the side of a bookshelf/mirror combo (I do love to look at myself in the mirror!). The girl had left 2 very nice paintings on top of the bookshelf, but they did not leave me much space to sit, so I gently tossed them to the floor where they would be safe. After this, the girl climbed up on the desk, snatched me from my seat, threw me out the Closed Wooden Door, and for some reason I have not been let back in since. Sometimes I think I will never understand humans!
~Mr. Butternut

After I heard Mr. B knock the water on the floor, I wanted to comfort the girl who adopted us, so I walked across the comforter and began nosing her hand (her hand felt so dry against my wet, slippery nose!). She appeared to be trying to pet me, so I walked to her head and began licking her face, too. She kept pushing me away (she must have been sleeping), so finally I just curled around her head on her pillow. Her nose was pushed right into my long fur, but I didnt' mind. Mr. B must have been knocking loose some dust, because I kept sneezing on the girl's head. Just as Mr. B was tossing her paintings off the shelf to safety, she picked me up (mid-sneeze!) and threw me out the door! Mr. B. was not far behind me! Sometimes I think I will never understand humans!
~Princess Sheba