I couldn't find the remote: it was covered in cat hair. And the TV was nagging.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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A little time before I go to sleep, yeah, watch a DVD. Finding Nemo looks good, I like that one. Seen it enough, it’ll be fairly mindless, not like trying to stay awake through Much Ado About Nothing. Fine, pop in the DVD, set down the remote, fix a sandwich, grab a glass of iced tea, check the SDMB one last time, and oh, hang up the laundry in the bathroom to dry overnight. Just a couple of things and everything will be finished so I can relax.

Meanwhile, the DVD is on the menu selections, and Albert Brooks and Ellen Degeneres are bantering back and forth. And back and forth. And back and forth. And back and forth.

“Fill my trailer with water!”
“There are no wrong choices.”

And back and forth. And back and forth. And nauseum. As soon as I get the laundry hung up, I’ll be right there to start the movie.

Get back to the living room, no remote. Not on the table, not on the desk, not on the floor, not in the kitchen (in case I took it in there, done that before). Nothing on the couch except “Your Majesty”, eyes closed in full meatloaf position.

Ten more minutes go by of me doubting my sanity, and Albert Brooks is still whining on. I can’t make the menu selection on the DVD player itself, since I want the special features, and that’s only on the remote.

“Fill my trailer with water!”
“There are no wrong choices.”

I KNOW I left the remote here somewhere. I am now tearing the living room apart, and nudge the cat to check the cushions of the couch, just in case. She looks at me in disdain for disturbing her, meows, stretches, and walks away. And gets off the remote control. She had been laying on the remote control all this time, and she had relaxed enough to cover the thing entirely.

Sigh. I dearly love my cat. And now I have to dehair the remote.

(Please make me feel better and tell me I am not the only one to lose the remote under the cat. I have left it in the kitchen and the bathroom, but never under a living creature.)

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I have lost all kinds of things under our Newfoundland- remotes, telephones, small children, Volkswagons… :wink:

Seriously, I’ve done it. Now, I check under him first.

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Hell, I’m fairly sure our cat does it on purpose when no one will pet him…

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You could lose a Buick under some Newfies! Is he one of those who thinks he’s a lapdog?

Sorry, screech-owl, I got distracted. Of course my first thought was to wonder how much that cat sheds and how often you clean up the hair. I’m glad to hear it was the whole cat hiding the remote. I’ve had cats try hiding stuff the same way, but they would usually leave ends sticking out where they could be seen.

Stupid cats!

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Sometimes we lose a remote under one of the cats. And sometimes the Siamese will change the channels, or mute the TV. I won’t SWEAR that she does this on purpose, but she IS very intelligent and opinionated.

The other cat mostly just checks the messages on the answering machine. He never gets any calls, but he keeps hoping, I guess. The problem is, of course, that he never passes on any messages that are for someone else in the household.

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We haven’t actually lost the remote under the cat, but we’ve had him turn things on or off or change channels by walking across it or sitting on it. Once, with my old phone and previous cat, he dialed 911 by walking across the speed dial. Hard to explain to the dispatcher.

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We have a board with our four remotes velcroed on to it, one for the receiver, one for the tv, one for the Dish, and one for the DVD/VCR.

We call it Mission Control. I tell you, we haven’t lost a remote control in forever. Plus, they’re velcroed, so we can change the batteries with no trouble.

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OGMEN! to that!

Last three, one two three! times we couldn’t find it: under the cat.
Same cat too.
The half Siamese, half mutt.

One day we were leaving to go somewhere, and left the VCR to record a basketball game. When I got home, the cable box was on the wrong channel, which means the cats stepped on the remote left on the coffee table. :smack:
I start trying to think positively.
Ok, could’ve happened at any point.
Might’ve just happened before we came in the door!
MAYBE most of the game is there on tape!
:smack: :smack: :smack:
No.

Upon rewinding the tape we find it happened no more than 60 seconds after we left.
Coincidence? :dubious:
Hardly. Cats are devious. That’s why I love them. :smiley: