I was going to ask y’all if you ever do anything that drives your humans bonkers. But then I came to my senses and realized that, of course, you do! You’re a cat. I don’t know if it’s counter surfing, shredding the furniture, horking in their slippers or bolting out the front door whenever it’s opened. But I know there is something.
I have two somethings…terrorizing Astrid, which I take great pride in doing ’cause I get my tail all poofed out like a giant caterpillar, which feels so good. And Astrid squeals like a little piggy. That makes my humans really angry, and Mom yells at me to go upstairs and leave the baby alone. Wah…wah…wah!
I honestly do not know why my other favorite pastime upsets the peeps. It doesn’t hurt anything and can be very helpful at times. Want to know what it is?
GETTING IN THE BASEMENT!
Our basement is a walk-out that cannot be entered from inside the house. It is unfinished but has four separate rooms with oodles of great things to inspect and lots of cobby webs and other 100-plus-year-old dirt and grime to get into. Whenever the humans go in the basement to get out the tandem, tools for working around the house, gardening equipment or drinks from the spare fridge, I run lickety split for the door while Mom yells her favorite word at me followed by my name, “NO, Misty May.” That, of course, makes me run even faster.
Sometimes Dad will quick pick me up and bring me back outside. Most times, however, I am way too fast for him. He and mom will try to psych me out by saying that I’ll be locked in for up to three hours if I don’t come out. Music to my ears…three hours to explore and look for any mouses that may have snuck inside. Kitty Heaven!
Since I am confessing my favorite ways to make the peeps crazy pants, I must also confess that Lily Olivia taught me about the basement. She was doing the same thing years before I was even born. She doesn’t care much about the basement anymore. I guess she has investigated everything in her 16 years; though, she does take a tour occasionally for old time’s sake.
On Monday I had a lovely three hours to explore, but I was ready for the humans to get home and let me out.
I was sitting in the window atop the water softener when they came up the driveway. As soon as Mom spotted me, I looked away so they wouldn’t know how anxious I was to get out. Sometimes, however, I don’t want out, and sometimes the peeps don’t even know that I have snuck in behind their backs. If I don’t report for dinner, each will ask the other if s/he had been in the basement that day. Usually, the answer is, “yes.” Once in a while they don’t have to question themselves as they can hear me answering from the basement when they call my name.
Now that I have shared my favorite ways for misbehavin’, feel free to share yours if you don’t mind giving up your secrets. You might give me some great ideas for making my peeps even crazier than they are!
Purrs and paw-pats, Misty Misbehavin’ May
Naughty?? Whatevfur does that mean?? MOL!
Pipo digs in the litterbox,and then pees right outside of it, whilst standing with his front paws right in it…YARGHHH!
He bites all kinds of plastic, it fascinates him.
Minko, he chews cords, escapes to the outside through dog-guy’s doggy door, and f he has a chance, he runs ahead or waits patiently so that he can get into the (forbidden)upstairs…and then he hides, and pretends he isn’t there until he wants out, but by then the door is closed.
Once our now angel Suki used up a whole lot of her nine lives…she was inside a closet for ten days…OMC:(
But she lived over ten years after that bad-catventure.
I’m not allowed in our basement either…humans are such party poopers!!! –Mudpie
I like hiding under the chair and grabbing Mommy’s ankles. Walking across the top of the flat screen is fun too. Except Dad yells too loud at me to stop. Wanting the old man (16) to rough play with me, but Mom and Dad think I play too rough with him. I try not to hurt him, but I have once. I guess they remember that one time. hehehehe I just want to have fun and play.
I think you have a great cat 🙂
You will be like to enjoy MISTY MISBEHAVIN’ MAY with him.
Have a good time 🙂
Oh, Misty May, you are a trickster. Well, Lexy and I both scratch the living room chairs. I jump from the top of the curio cabinet which Mommy hates. Lexy always tries to make a run for it when he comes home. And sometimes we both hide and won’t come out when she calls
You are a little naughty 🙂 With 15 cats, we have different zones with ones that get along and they always try to get into another area by running through the open door.
Poor baby! Mom had a cat once that got stuck in a closet for 3 days! Thank goodness it was only 3 hours (but a long 3 hours, I’m sure!
Basements are awesome mIsty May! Mom reacts the samre way when we head for the basement. “Don’t even think about it” is what mom normally says. I can’t help myself at times. When dad goes downstairs for something, I’m in there like a dirty paw.
Misty May, that is some Grade A misbehaving, for sure! Hey, you have to keep your Mom and Dad on their toes, right?
That basement sounds like fun! I never do anything bad, well, no much, but my Sisters on the other paw….
There aren’t even any basements here in Florida, can you believe it? Yours sounds like a kitty playground!
Grizelda loves to get into the closet! Chloe Jo & Maggie do, too. But Grizelda is the stealth, sneaky one! *?*
Chloe Jo likes to tease her big sisters, but she is amazingly patient and playful with George. She is a perpetual kitten, so they think alike. He will pass her in maturity, but by then their relationship will be cemented. *sigh*
Maggie loves to clear counters, dressers, tables, etc. of every item she can move. *augh*
You are one adventurous gal, we love that.
I wish I had a basement! There is a small door in our garden that goes into the big hay barn. I try to sneak in there if anyone goes in. The thing that drives my mum mad though is my yowling. I have always been very vocal and I like to patrol the garden yowling at the top of my voice. Sometimes I do it in the middle of the night when my humans are fast asleep and that scares the beejeebers out of them.
Misty May, I’m with you, sister! I LOVE going down the basement. Ours isn’t a walk out, but it’s SO much fun being down there. Lots of places to explore, good stuff to sniff. The mom won’t let me go down there…she’s such a spoil sport! But sometimes I’m really quick when the door opens and I sneak down there. ~Ernie
Misty May, you and Caster would get along famously! He is quite the trouble-maker in our home. His favorite things to upset the humans — terrorizing Delilah, stealing the humans’ food, getting in the trash, and climbing the door frames (though they say they actually think that’s funny…). Delilah likes to steal the humans’ food too and Sophie tries to bulldoze past every open door, but other than that they are pretty well-behaved. Sassy is hissy and mean to any other kitty, which upsets the humans. And then there’s Sampy… he can’t seem to do wrong. Even when he DOES do wrong… mom says he’s too cute no matter what he does, that he can’t ever get in trouble. Oh, except for when he hides in the rafters of the basement!!! Anyway, enjoy your basement time, Misty May!!! We are sending lots of love and hugs to all, and Sampy sends a kiss to Astrid for every hour Misty May has ever spent in the basement.
Oh Meow dat wuld scare mommy to deaff. Weez do a few fings dat dwive hers batty, but da one she hates da mostest is when we run to da back and stawrt meowin’ at her while she be twyin’ to work on da puter or watch teevee. She always yells back dat ifin weez wanna talk to her weez can come up fwunt and do it. Weez never do. Have a gweat day.
Dezi and Lexi
Mom is glad we don’t have a basement! MOL
Well in FL you can’t because of the soil and water.
Our biggest no no is pulling at the wallpaper. WE already have some in tatters in Mom’s room and oh my try as she might she can’t get me to stop! Bah ha ha ha.
Yous reminds me of me!!!
Tee Hee! Yous is a great Cat From Hell!
He hee, we love to explore our basement too ! It’s the only part of the house we’re not supposed to go. It’s only one room, but it’s dark (of course !) and the ground is a hard-packed surface covered with gravel. There are big black spiders that scare Mum to death and are fun to chase, and a lot of spots and stuff to explore. Purrs
We love getting into the garage – Mum has to meander down the garden looking at plants that haven’t changed since the day before and slither in the back door. If her hands are full of recycling things to put into the 937 different bins we have to put things in to be collected – some one week and some on the next week the door can get left open a little and wham we’re in there mooching about. If Mum doesn’t notice us both we can spend several happy hours mooching about, sliding down a windscreen or generally being a pain in the butt – when she realises where we were last time she saw us she always runs down to let us out but sometimes the damage is done!
She’s always too late to stop us whapping stuff about
Luv Hannah and Lucy xx xx
Oh, Misty May, you little rascal. But then, there’s no peace around here either with seven of us getting into one thing or another. Oh, there’s a couple of em that pretty much stay out of trouble. But, the rest of us? Whooeee! Whatever we can do to liven up the place!
Gosh I’m glad you get to sneak down there and explore sometimes…….our basement is accessible all the time so it’s no biggie for me AND happens to be my favorite spot for a QUIET nap. I have my litterbox down there AND a “snack station” and water. It’s my “go to” spot when strangers come to the house too. Enjoy that basement when you can Misty May!
I wish I had a basement to get in! We do have what used to be a dining room that’s now basically a storage room. We aren’t sposed to go in there and da peeps TRY to block it off, so of course I luv to go in there and MEYOWL really loud!
Wow, I wish we had a decent basement! Your human probably knows that out here in California, the houses mostly have crawl spaces. There is one unfinished workroom that I’ve never seen… and probably won’t unless the humans actually do something about finishing it.
Love this – our neighbors cat likes our garage and was accidentally shut in one night. When Rod opened the garage door in the morning the cat shot out like a rocket. It’s not just cats that do this though. Our wee Bert (Staffordshire) went missing one day and I was frantic. Even searched the neighbors place but they hadn’t seen him. Much later I heard a yell of ‘Bert!’ from the neighbors – he’d snuck in and got shut in the bedroom. No probs – he just had a lovely sleep on their bed…
When we lived back on the east coast, our old kitty Mr. Beaucastel had a strange rule about basements – only one person was allowed in the basement at a time. He did not like it if two people were down there. He would fuss until one of us went upstairs. It was a finished basement, and he was not allowed down there unless one of us was down there. Never did figure out what that was about! He made his own rules.