This would fall under the status of weird but true.
Saturday I picked up Oreo from the Vet Surgeons. He looks really funny. His whole hind quarters have been shaved and he has about 2 inches of tail shaved that explodes into a hairball through the rest of the tail. He's got one of those satellite collars on and keeps running into things all over the house.
The vets instructions included keeping him in a bathroom when I can't actually watch him and leaving the collar on for the next three weeks. Since I just spent all kinds of money with these people I figured I had better follow their instructions very carefully to avoid spending more. I lock Oreo in my second bathroom Saturday night with food, water, his own litter pan and some towels. I wake up this morning only to discover that the cat has somehow managed to pull the drawer out that's next to the door and I can't get in without destroying the door and/or drawer. I didn't even realize there was a drawer there.
After much deliberation and trying a number of rigged inventions, I realized after consulting my parents as well as Dezi's that I can actually get the door knob off and run a coat hanger in there to knock the drawer closed.
So how would you expect a cat to react to his rescuer? He promptly walks out and urinates on my coat. Sigh... That's gratitude.
The rest of the weekend was enjoyable. I didn't do much since I wanted to stay home and keep an eye on the cat, but I have to get to business and do all my Christmas shopping. If I could only figure out what I wanted to get everyone.
I put Oreo back in the bathroom before I left this morning, but I took that drawer out and put it in the closet. He'll just have to find some other means to thwart me.
