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Mike has been trying to tell me that QC is stupid, because she is big, placid and won't fight with the other cats unless she starts it. I've always told him that he was wrong and that placidity is not a sign of intelligence. Well she proved it to everyone yesterday.
Recently, Mandy and I have started to volunteer for one of the local no-kill shelters that operates out of PetSmart. We go into the store on Saturday, clean cages, change their litter, feed and water them and we even get a chance to help out with an adoption or two and can scritch the kitties all we want. The cats in there are great and I've only seen one who was messed up and he had been de-clawed then dumped. The Haven, the shelter we volunteer for rescues out of the local pound as well as getting unwanted pets and strays. I don't know about ferals, but I suspect they take them in too. Its fun and rewarding and I wish that we could help out more, but it turns out that I'm allergic to cats, and I don't think my system could handle more than I'm doing.
Anyway, Mandy and I are getting ready to leave, and I've given Mike a list of Saturday jobs that need to be done. I pick up my purse and turn around to walk to the door and lo and behold, QC is standing right there. Strange, she's been anticipating me leaving a lot lately. I put down the purse and look for my (third set of ) spare keys, while keieping an eye on the cat. QC sighs then goes back to her new scritching post and climbs on the platform on top of it. Ok, I go into action, grabbing my purse and heading for the door. QC is there ahead of me. We do the key search again. QC gets bored and wanders off, but stays in the living room. I grab the purse and turn around. QC is at the door. Mandy has seen what has happened and is laughing, I presume at me. I call Mike and tell him what QC has done. Mike doesn't believe me. I show him, twice. He says he still can't believe it. He didn't believe the after school behavior I saw in her one afternoon either.
Back before school was out, I had a rare day off from work, and was sitting in the livingroom indulging in a rare day of tv while waiting for the kids to come home. Shortly before Mandy was due to come home, QC wandered casually into the living room. Mandy walked into the house with the mail. QC walked to the door and inserted herself under the end table that is placed by the door. A few minutes later Mike waltzes up opens the door, yells "Damn cat," throws his books on the floor and takes off after the cat. Since she escapes mostly for entertainment, she hasn't got very far, just the end of the sidewalk, about three to four feet, and is joyously munching grass. I think sadly of my tub of plant grass sitting ignored on the floor near their stratching stand. Mike's behavior is all out of proportion to the events and QC seems to be laughing at him as hard as Mandy is. Mandy tells me that QC has been "escaping" from Mike every afternoon for at least a week, and seems to enjoy it mroe each time. Mike drags QC in and slams the door. By then the other cats have walked into the living room and are enjoying the nutty Mike show. Mike is cussing and picking up his books when he looks up and sees me standing there watching his performance. I'd have given it a 3 out of 4. He abruptly stops cussing and says, "every day, Mom. She does this to me every day. Why can't she escape from Mandy?" I point out that he's more fun to escape from. He tells me that can't be true, QC isn't smart enough.
I remind him of the after school escape events, tell him to grab the cat and go to PetSmart a little late, but laughing all the way about the "Stupid Cat" sitting back home plotting ways to entertain us all by escaping to the sidewalk.
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