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So there are these two cats living in my house. I feel they are plotting against me. The oldest one, Jasper, decided one day that he would jump in the dryer while I was pulling clothes out of the washer, well; I shut the door and turned on the dryer. I heard this hellacious thump, thump, thump… I thought I should check that. Well imagine my surprise when I opened the door and the dizzy but otherwise unharmed striped mini tiger jumped out….oops… my bad. I thought all was cool with him as I yelled out “sorry Jasp.. didn’t know you were in there”. This I believe is where the plotting started. He knew I was going to turn the dryer on how could he not right? About an hour later (which is probably when his head stopped spinning) I was sitting on the couch and I see the mini tiger prowling around the corner from the kitchen to the front room. Next thing I know I have this 15lb hair ball attached to my arm clawing and biting… Couple days later, I was drying my hair. Jasper came into the bathroom with me. I shut the door so not to bother the other people in the house that were still sleeping. Jasp jumps up on the counter, and shut off the light! I swear he was trying to turn the water on at the sink, knowing that I would need to set the hair dryer down. I think he was hoping it would end up in the sink as I felt along the wall to the switch.
This morning, the other one, Goomba, started. I put the dogs out for the morning. My dogs, love them, but they have food aggression issues (only between the two of them) so when I let them out, there was a little food left in one of the bowls, and the only way to make them stop fighting over the 5 little nuggets, is to put the bowls up. So I go out the sliding glass door, which I have to shut behind me so that Goomba will not escape the house and go and torture the neighborhood cats. I put the dogs bowls up and turn around to go back in, and somehow magically the stick is laying perfectly in the tracks of the door, so that I cannot open it… and who do you think is sitting right there? Goomba, I swear he was smiling. I’m just really glad that I was fully dressed, because I had to walk around to the front of the house to get back in… Evil pure evil I tell ya.