So like most of us, I've been ferreting out the various clocks around the house and moving them forward and hour, and in the process hoping to make them all say about the same time. The most accurate clock we have is a little chiming clock that Hub Man and I put together once from a kit. It runs on a battery, and is almost always dead on.
Not so our grandfather clock. It's a persnickety thing. It's chimes are loud enough to wake the dead. And it hardly ever tells you the right time. But it makes up for it in charm. I do love listening to it tick tock all day.
Anyway, I unlocked the door and moved the hands forward then locked it again and headed off to the next clock.
In a few minutes I heard a screechy scratching noise.... what???
I went around the corner following the sound, and there was Fiona, locked in the grandfather clock.
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Now I promise you, without the light of the flash, I did not see the amount of dust in the bottom of that clock. I was just as shocked as my mother is right now looking at that picture. [Note the cat tracks in said dust.] I'm considering them criminal evidence at the moment, and they should be preserved.
In my defence, I am not the one who winds the clock. So I don't generally open the door, so if I didn't SEE the dust, I'm not responsible for the dust. But now that I HAVE seen the dust, well..... like I said, I'll take care of it.
Back to the Perp.
This cat is a corker. She wrestles with the dogs just as rowdy as can be. She isn't afraid to get right in there between them. She gets into any open container big enough for her body. She is fond of backpacks. One day she jumped into the dryer when I was putting clothes into it. [Yeah, just think of the possibilities]. We have had to start putting her in the utility room to sleep at night, otherwise she wanders around knocking things off the kitchen counters. A few nights ago she knocked my little gourd that I keep salt in off the onto the floor. She then played with the pile of salt. She likes to wrestle with the roll of paper towels and shred it to bits. You know, just a little harmless fun....
But her juvenile delinquent days are over. At least when it's dark. Her little kitty bed is tucked up in the corner by the cat box. And the door is firmly shut.
Abuse your freedoms, and they get taken away, that's all I can say.
Excuse me now, I have a date with some dust.