Kitty Sauna

Today I learned that we have a kitty sauna. I was taking a load of towels out of the dryer and Gunnar decided he wanted to investigate. He hopped in the open dryer door and flopped luxuriously on the warm towels. Must be nice.

Straws

Gunnar likes to play with anything he shouldn't have. One of his favorites, though, is straws. Yesterday morning I was playing on the computer when Gunnar came charging into the room batting around a straw. My first thought was that it was cute. My second thought was where did he get the straw. I figured the husband had used a straw the night before and maybe the straw fell out of the trash can. I wasn't too worried about it until the husband asked me where the straw came from. Still, I wasn't that alarmed it must have come from under some chair or something from this summer. (We haven't used straws since then).

A few minutes later Gunnar waltzed back into the room, with his head covered in spidewebs, paper shreds and who knows what. I had to go investigate. Sure enough I found an open cabinet door and a pile of straws laying in front of the open door.

That particular cabinet I use to store potatoes, extra stuff like salad dressing and paper products. Gunnar had pawed the cabinet open, climbed to the very back corner, shredded open a bag of straws and one at a time pulled them out.

Kudos to Gunnar. I didn't even remember we had those straws.

Now, if you'll excuse me I have to go baby proof my house— for a 13-pound cat.