Yep. It’s like Revenge of the Cats around here. As you know, we had a cat burglar creep into our bedroom recently, forcing us to utilize our window screens for their intended purpose. Well, this little feline isn’t about to let that stop it from breaking and entering.
The other morning when I was brushing my teeth, I looked over at our washer/dryer and saw dirty paw prints on it. We’re dog-sitting for some friends right now so I asked Jaro if he had brought them into the bathroom (which would have been very bizarre in itself). Nope. So I start investigating a little and find the evidence. Smudged paw prints on this tiny window that we left open:
And wispy white hairs all over my toiletries:
We had another cat invasion. Now is probably a good time to mention that I’m extremely allergic to cats. Like, can’t breathe, blotchy itchy skin, watery eyes, constant sneezing. Just ask my parents (they have two cats… which might be a ploy to keep me out of their house). It’s miserable and I can’t be around them. After checking the tub (pulling back the shower curtain very, very slowly, horror movie style), I realized that the cat had already made its escape. Thankfully, we had kept the bathroom door closed that night, so it snooped around in there and left.
For some reason, cats are always attracted to me…
This brings to mind another cat invasion we experienced that I’d like to share with you. When we were camping in the Sahara Desert this winter, we were ambushed by the camp cat in the middle of the night. It scared me to death. After all, we were in the middle of the Sahara Desert. I thought Algerian bandits were trying to break into our tent! Nope, just your friendly campground cat wanting to snuggle on your bed. The Sahara is really cold at night, you guys. After we got over our initial terror, we did manage to snap this picture of it:
And yes, we stayed in a circus tent. Anyway, this is apparently a theme in our lives. I’m sure this isn’t the end of the cat burglar saga…