1. In my drawer. Like really Saba? How the hell did you get in there?
2. In my bathtub. This has been a recent new thing of theirs. They just… run into the bathroom and start playing in the tub. Like ya do. They are also fascinated by the shower.
3. On my freakin’ picture rail. Toro, get the hell down from there!
Your cats make me want to get a cat. Cats rule.
Awwww they are adorable (and troubles)! Thanks so much for sharing!!
Love it. That shelf look pretty high and precarious – your cats must be more spry than mine. My cat sneaks into open drawers and loves the bathtub too. Check out my ‘Meet the Cast’ page for another place where my cat does not belong.
Gorgeous kitties! That drawer looks quite comfy.
Aw thanks 😉 They are pretty darn cute. And I don’t blame Saba for curling up in there – it’s my soft sweatshirt and sweater drawer. It’s just there’s no room! That cat can squeeze into anything.
What cute kitties! The tub is my cat’s favorite place to play in the morning. It is extra fun if you keep a ping pong ball in the bottom of it 🙂
OMG that’s an amazing idea. Especially since we can box them in with the sliding shower doors. They would probably lose their damn minds.
The picture of Toro on the picture rail just killed me. The eyes, the innocent look. I’m laughing heartily. Your kitties are adorable!
We heard something crash in the kitchen. I got up and didn’t immediately see him, turned around and was like, “Really? Really? This is your new hangout place?”
I think cats find whatever they are not suppose to be into and then they just decide to have fun. Don’t ask about my storage room. I’ve heard that many crashes and bangs from it that I fear the day we have to sort through it.
I love your cats!
Sometimes, when I hear something crash off the picture rail or when Toro knocks magnets off the fridge b/c he’s sitting on top of it, I have to remind myself that yes, I love my cats too.
I would just be thrilled if my cat would stop leaving squirrel pieces on the front step. Yeck!
I don’t think my cats know what squirrels are. We have them – no joke – pavlovian trained to run away from the door to the foyer when we shake our house keys, so they don’t try to run outside.