It's Cat Month...Let the Tales (Tails) Begin - Sep. 09, 2011

 Did you know it's International Cat Month?

 Just found out this morning when Noah, our black and white twit at home told us so.

 Charming, he is.

 As part of the special feline month, Blue Seal By Nature is asking for funny cat stories, but you can also send to us at info@animalessentials.ca

 From the homefront, here's our latest from Noah.

 Did I mention charming?

 We had noticed a bit of a foul odour in our dining room area and checked everywhere imaginable to see if Noah was whizzing where he shouldn't be whizzing.

 He shares the house with two dogs and makes his way around with a cautious demeanour most days.

 Try, try as we might, we couldn't find anything that solved the odour problem.

 Noah's well trained and uses his litter box without fail.

 But there was something wrong in the Janes' household.

 By chance, I picked up a new novel the other day. Usually I'm a nighttime reader, but the house was void of children and spouse so it seemed a good time to hit the, um, formal living room for some Grisham action.

 I never face the dining room when reclining on the couch to read, but it was still light outside so I opted for a different change.

 That's when I noticed Noah lurking in the dining room, peeking around here and there waiting for the dogs to run from somewhere.

 In our dining room, we have the table dead centre and to its left by the large window is an antique stove.

 Noah made his way under the table, but it just looked like he was up to something. So I watched.

 Slowly, very slowly, he made his way under the antique stove.

 Something was up.

 Under the stove are three antique boxes, one of them an old Coca-Cola wooden box that used to carry soda bottles to stores.

 The liners were taken out that used to hold individual bottles, but it's still not very big. And Noah does indeed carry a couple of extra pounds on his frame.

 He got up on his rear legs, placing his front paws on the top of the box. Quick as a cat, he suddenly pounced into the box and literall scrunched his body to make himself fit, that's how tight he was.

 Then, he assumed the position.

 The twit was using the display box as his litter box. Despite the lack of kitty litter!

 You've got be kidding me.

 He left the box and made his way back downstairs to his adopted basement home.

 Sure enough, I got up to inspect and it was probably the third time he used the Coke box for his own personal use.

 No wonder we couldn't find the odour traces. Who in heck would think to look inside a relatively tiny display box?

 The jig was up.

 I took the box and cleaned it out and have left in the garage.

 We haven't had an incident sense.

 Wonder if he wonders why the box is missing or does he know we captured his game?

 That's my goofy cat story.

 Be interested to hear more.