Balancing Act

On Friday night, the girls made a rare while-we-were-up appearance, and at one point Nuala decided to explore the bathroom. She's probably been in there before, but this is the first we'd seen of it. Peeking into the room, we saw her sitting in the bathtub, and I decided that that would be as good a time as any to try a bit of forced contact, as she was in a rare accessible position. I approached slowly and reached out to her. She hissed at me, as is normal, but I wasn't going to have any of it. As I got closer, though, she panicked. Seeking the only way she could get away from me, she dove for the corner of the tub and went behind the shower curtain.

If you've ever seen our apartment, you know that, when open, the bathroom door opens right up against the curtain, so I knew she wasn't going anywhere. Confused as to what she thought she'd accomplished, I lifted back the shower curtain—and she wasn't there. Jen and I looked at each other confusedly for a few second, then I checked behind the curtain again to see if maybe she was in the shadows, but still no dice. Where did she go? Then we saw it: a little kitty head poking up over the top of the door. Yes, she had climbed my bathrobe to get over the door in an attempt to get away.

There was only one problem, though: we were still there, so "over the door" still took her into our path. Determined to find an escape path, she continued her climb and stood on top of the door. This had now gone from cute to slightly worrisome. Sure, she would probably be fine, but what if she freaked and fell in an unfortunate manner. We started trying to goad her down. Unfortunately, she wasn't hearing it. If the door was blocked on one side, she figured, maybe her chances would be better on the other. So she turned and started stepping across to the shower curtain rod. Around about when she had her front paws on the rod, though, she seemed to realize that wasn't a practical idea.

So there we were, Jen and I standing there as we watched one of our young charges trying to balance herself in a gulf that could widen in a second if she acidentally set the door moving. There was only one thing to do. While I stood there watching Nuala and holding the door in place, Jen went and grabbed the two-step step ladder thing. Once she'd set it up, I climbed up there and grabbed the cat. Ooooh, she did not like that! Claws out, paws scrabbling, she grabbed at the shower rod, the door, the door frame—anything to get away from me!

Her efforts came to naught, though. I got her down and held her in my arms. For the next minute or two, I held her in my arms while Jen and I cooed at her and petted her. Then, when she started getting restless again, I slowly lowered her to the ground and let her go, at which point she promptly bolted. Serena, who had been calmly poking around the living room, came up to Nuala (once she was a safe distance from us) and gave her a quick "what happened to you?! sniff before the two of them returned to their nervous explorations.

Today, predictably, they have been better-hidden than normal: they don't seem to be in ANY of their known hiding spots. But I guess that's to be expected. It's just me and the girls tonight, so we'll see how we meet up tonight.

Ah, young cats are such fun!