Monday, August 25, 2014
The (mis-named) Monster (because he's really a gentle and good kitty), is not the world's most intelligent cat. He's a biggish creature, and not overly graceful. He's been known to fall off chairs and run into walls. He has a wimpy meow and a wonderful purr. (He purrs me to sleep some nights. I really like that part.)
Monster is a cat of simple pleasures. He takes special pleasure in boxes. Shortly after you set a box on the floor, he will find it and climb in. Then he just sits and looks at us with a very satisfied look on his face. Box!
Well, Monster has decided the sink is a Box. Even better, it's a Box with Water! (He loved our drippy bathtub before we tore it out.) If he is in the sink, he is NOT on the counter, he is in a Box. and he is allowed to sit in Boxes. And, he doesn't even really barely even have to pause on the counter to get to this newfound mini-heaven. Surely, it's OK to sit in this wonderful Box with Water!
I'm afraid I'm losing this battle. What does it really hurt if the cat sits in the empty sink? (I mean, Box?)