When I woke up this morning, I found the bathroom door closed. Since everyone was in bed, this seemed strange. I opened the door, and Hestia, the kitten*, ran out with a cry. All the towels were on the floor. The toilet paper had been shredded and pulled off the roll. Evidently Hestia had gotten into the bathroom and closed the door on herself. Then, trapped and left to her own devices, she attacked and pulled down the towels and did the kitten thing on the toilet paper.
At Least Midnight, our now-departed oldest cat, knew how doors worked. If the door closed, she’d reach her paw under the bottom at the side away from the hinges and pull it open, then nose her way out. She knew that the knob was needed if the door was closed so far that the paw-under-the-dor trick didn’t work, but lacked the opposable thumb needed. Hestia doesn’t seem to even understand the nosing-a-partway-open-door trick.
After checking to make sure she hadn’t needed to use the litter box while holed up in the bathroom, I cleaned up the mess and put out a fresh roll of toilet paper.
Sorry I don’t have any pictures, but I would’ce had to recapture Hestia and put her atop the towels for a proper shot, anyway.
Buddy the beagle has figured out how to open doors but he’s still too stupid to bark at the door when he needs in. One winter night he’s going to kill himself with his own stupidity. Lucky he’s so cute.
it is interesting how one cat can be really good at stuff like door and another not. winken the wonderful knew how to hook a paw and swipe the door open. nod the naughty didn’t. she would just keep pawing at the door with both front paws, until gravity took over and she fell through. they were only a year apart.
Are you trying to say “At least, Midnight, our…” or is the cat’s name “At Least Midnight”? 'Cause At Least Midnight would be a really cool name for a cat.
I wasn’t “trying” to say either of those. I was saying, quite correctly, that our oldest cat, Midnight, knew how doors worked. The comma isn’t required.
Sorry – I get hypersensitive ometimes.
At Least Midnight would be a cool name, but it’d get shortened to just plain “Midnight” in no time.
I think they were using a naming list or book. we got Midnight and Maggie from the same shelter, at the same time. They’d obviously gotten to the Ms.
Last time I went to the shelter with my brother who was looking for a dog, they were stuck on fruit names: Pineapple, Peach, Tangerine. I think his puppy was named “Mango” but he promptly renamed him “Jake”.
One of my parents’ cat can open their doors. They have handled door openers instead of knobs and he just jumps up and sort of grabs it and the door opens. It’s funny though because it usually takes him multiple times trying before he gets it.
You hear:
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
then silence
then “meow” as he comes trotting down the hallway.
My cat knows that doors open but she doesn’t know how but it is cute when she want in to a room with the door closed she sits right in front of it and then puts one of her paws on the door and meows and stares at me until I open the door.
I read the thread title as “I’m in UR bathroom, making a manuscript!”
Two of our cats love the little pom-pons we got from craft stores. They pick them up in their mouths and wander around the apartment, meowing all the while. What are they thinking about? Why do they cry so? And it’s amazing that the sound they make sounds the same as when they don’t have their mouths full of pom-pon!
Daniel the Terrible loves slamming doors by rearing up and resting his front paws on them. He has not, however, learned to open them.
He knows how to open sliding doors (one of the bathroom doors is a sliding one) by pawing madly at the opening edge until it rattles open wide enough to squeeze through. This results in him pawing crazily at the closet door and trying to do the same thing so he can see what’s inside. (just the water heater and suitcases, ma’am)
Unfortunately THAT one is a folding door, not a sliding one. :rolleyes: So all he gets is RATTLERATTLERATTLE and then “CAT!” when I get too fed up with hearing the rattling.
there wasn’t a blinken. i figured the name was too close and would confuse cats and humans. nod was about 10-15 days old when we found her and i went with little girl, little name.
the set at the house now is:
malenka the miraculous, stretch the super-duper, and coritsa the cuddley.
Doors are the bane of my existence as a cat person. My current kit, Morty, is a door genius, but also incredibly neurotic.
When I got him, he had lived in a shelter for a year. He had been abused and had a terrible fear of enclosed spaces. The place I got him from delivered the cats and did a home visit/acclimation for shy cats. To deliver him, they had to A) catch him and B) put him in a cage, two things he detests vehemently. When he showed up at my door, he was in a cat carrier that was DUCT TAPED shut. I asked why - apparently, he had managed to unlatch the damn thing TWICE and run off. It took them five hours to catch him twice and get him to my house. I nearly named him Houdini.
Now, he can’t stand any door if it is closed. He will either open the door, or yowl if it won’t open. So, I’ve learned to half shut my doors. The bathroom is hilarious. He pushes the door open, comes in, realizes the room is too small, and bolts in fear. He does this every day.
