Weird

[ritaxis]

I came home just now to find that somebody came into my house while I was gone and closed Truffle and Percy into the front bedroom (guaranteeing that they will bark the whole time) and closed the back door (guaranteeing that Lola would pee and poop in the house).

I have a slight suspicion about who did it -- someone who has occasional conditional access to my house and may have just lost it -- or someone who has occasional access to my house and I would forgive after explainign exactly why they can't do this -- or it could be the creepy neighbor-- they were howling when I left.

Edit: actually, I think the back door I may have done myself.  I closed it temporarily at some point in the morning: I thought I opened it again before I left, but maybe not.  But for me to have accidentally shut them in the front bedroom, I would have had to open and then close that door at some point, and I had no reason to.

Edit, later: something happened this evening that makes me think it was me all along after all.  I found Truffle in the front bedroom barking.  I never opened the door (it traditionally has difficulty staying closed, but I supposedly know how to close it so that the dog can't open it).  So I think what happened is that Truffle let herself and Percy into the room as I was getting my stuff together and I absently noticed that the door was open but not that there were dogs in there and closed it without thinking about it at all.

That explains why I heard them howling when I was leaving, though.

Comments

[heleninwales.livejournal.com]

How annoying, but better to have done it oneself accidentally than to have someone invading one's space.

I know I was always accidentally shutting the cats into places, including sock drawers, so it's easily done.

[ritaxis.livejournal.com]

It is awfully easy to shut a cat into a sock drawer, isn't it? We were always finding clothes strewn about on the floor next to the bed (both of the real beds in my house are built-in with drawers)and it was really puzzling until we put it together with the fact that we were also having to rescue the cat from the depths of the bed. He was leveraging the drawers open whenever he found them cracked open (and they are large! and they were full!) and then he would pull out a bunch of socks (or tshirts depending on the drawer) and climb in . . . we'd put the clothes back in and close the drawer . . . later: yowling.

[mjlayman.livejournal.com]

When I had a drawer closed some years ago, about 24 hours after I'd put an in-progress beaded piece in the drawer, it wasn't in the drawer. I went looking and found the piece itself under the dining room table, but the needle and 12 feet of thread were missing.

I called the vet and she said to take them to the emergency vet and when I got there, I told them I was pretty sure it was Spirit, and to x-ray her first. The tech told me he x-rayed Giorgio first because he got out of the carrier and the tech hadn't closed the door.

When the vet and I talked about Spirit having surgery -- fortunately, the thread was all in a ball -- I complained about having to pay for an unnecessary x-ray and he said he'd comp it.

He called me late at night and told me Spirit had survived the surgery well. Then he called me in the morning and said she wouldn't eat or drink, and she kept trying to kill people, would I come get her? So I did and she was fine here.

Now I keep the door to that room closed, even though Spirit's almost blind.