(06-13-2016, 09:10 AM)kfander Wrote: I had to postpone an appointment once because I couldn't find the cat who had the appointment. Somewhere they seemed to have figure out who it was for because the other cats were no longer hiding the morning of the appointment. The appointment was at 10:00 am, and Cutie didn't come out until 2:00 pm, and I never figured out where she was hiding.
Sounds about right. My calico can become part of the woodwork when she wants to. There won't even be a tuft of hair sticking out to identify her. I have found her tucked away under the bed where nobody can reach her, I found her inside a lampshade that was stored in a corner. She has hidden under the couch where I didn't think there was enough room for her to get under there. She will hide behind, beside, beneath anything and stay still like a statue. I won't even catch the glow of her eyes, but if I go in the kitchen and run the can opener for a few seconds, out she'll come, like a little furry bullet. The can opener is magic if I use it wisely and not too often. She's too smart for it to keep working if I use it a lot, so I have to be careful with that one. Now, in my kitty's case, she will enter the cat carrier willingly as I said before, but getting her to stay in there is another story. The joy of getting inside something is short-lived, so I try not to put the box on the floor too soon. I will be basically all ready to go first and then I put out the box and open the door. She climbs in and I shut her inside. There won't be any complaint until I pick up the box and she realizes she's going with us. She is unusual in the fact that she doesn't like to be carried around in a box, or bag. Most cats I've had in the past have loved climbing into a basket or bag and being swung around like they're on an amusement park ride. Not her, she will cuss up a storm if I do that to her. I once thought it would be fun to put her into a tote bag and carry her around town... she had other ideas and they didn't involve me, a bag, or town. We even bought a pet stroller once and she hated that thing with a purple passion. She tore it up trying to get out of it, ripping the top all to shreds with her claws. Why on earth the manufacturer made the thing out of nylon rather than canvas, is beyond me. I guess they are meant more for small dogs than for cats, but they could make them a little sturdier.
