Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I was only kidding when I wrote in that story that Momma and Poppa hid in the baffroom cabinet. They’re too big to fit! Poppa might be able to fit, if he cleared everything out of it, but Momma is too comfortably fluffy to get in. If she got in, I bet she couldn’t get back out. Don’t tell her I said so, or she’ll try it!
Joey said she’d like to see the cabinet doors, so here they are.
Momma opened them for me so I could ‘spect inside.
And then I vanished!
Then Momma gave me the camera so I could take a picture of my super sekrit hidey hole behind the tub unit. The picture is a little bit crookedy, but you can still see, right?
Momma told me about the other cats who liked to hang out back there: Tiffany, Alexander Russianpants, Katya, Amidala, and Munchkin. I could smell five other cats, and know I know who they were.
Thursday Doors is presented by a really neat hooman named Norm Frampton. Go look at his pretty photographs, then click the blue linky link at the bottom of his post and find some more doors. Prolly no sekrit cabinet doors like mine, though.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you have a sekrit hiding place? Does your hooman know where it is?
TA
Dan
June 3, 2017 at 7:05amGreat photos, Tipper. How are you at plumbing? Just thinking ahead, maybe you can save mom a few bucks.
Marian Allen
June 3, 2017 at 11:19amShhh! Don’t give him ideas! He might give it a try, and there would go our water bill. heh
joey
June 3, 2017 at 4:02pmOoh, now see, those are nifty cabinets. I do imagine our cabinets smell all kindsa wonderful to our cats. Cletus is especially interested in cabinets. There’s been a time or two I’ve had to ‘sweep’ him out! Clara likes drawers, particularly sleeping all day on a pile of my drawers! 😉 Catticus likes tents.
When Clara was a kitten at our house in Georgia, she used to squeeze into a hole between the dishwasher and the cabinetry. Used to scare me that she’d get stuck 🙁
Marian Allen
June 4, 2017 at 7:37am“When Clara was a kitten at our house in Georgia, she used to squeeze into a hole between the dishwasher and the cabinetry. Used to scare me that she’d get stuck.” I guess that’s the kind of thing that spawned “Curiosity kille the cat.”
Charlie put the cabinet together to hide/access plumbing and tp and stuff. We’ve been here since 1982, and we still have that same makeshift cabinet. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, yeah?
joey
June 4, 2017 at 2:24pmCuriosity killed the cat and satisfaction brought him back! Or in Clara’s case, she finally got too big to go in 🙂
Yeah, well we bought our house in 2013 and it still has a vanity from the 80s in the main bath. Somehow we always find a way to spend the hundreds of dollars it would cost to replace it with a new one (preferably above knee-level lol) But it ain’t broke!
Marian Allen
June 5, 2017 at 7:59amSadly, we don’t fix stuff when it IS broke. I did without a dryer for about ten years after it broke to the point where I couldn’t personally repair it. There are some things I still hang out on pretty days, but nobody wants to wait hours for a dry bra, amIright?
joey
June 5, 2017 at 9:12amMy dryer broke once and I had clothes hangin all over my house for three days. Hated it! We lived on post and couldn’t hang things outside. HOW did you make it ten years?!? Girl, I’da been blow-dryin my bra! lol
Marian Allen
June 5, 2017 at 10:17amWe live in the woods, so nobody can tell me not to hang things outside. We also have a full basement, so we could hang things down there. One time — allow me to repeat: ONE TIME — the dogs decided that blue jeans were play-rags. I disabused them of that notion. With extreme prejudice.
Deborah
June 3, 2017 at 6:14pmLooks like he found a cool place to hang out on hot days.
Marian Allen
June 4, 2017 at 7:39amAnd a snuggery on cold ones. 🙂 During thunderstorms, I wish I could fit back there.
A.C.Flory
June 3, 2017 at 6:27pmFunny how a ‘place’ can have so much history. Hugs to Tipper. 🙂
Marian Allen
June 4, 2017 at 7:41amHe hugs you back. Unfortunately, the only part he can reach is your ankle, so be careful on the stairs. ~sigh~ Yeah, I spend a little time every morning getting my ankles hugged while I’m trying to walk. Sometimes, bitten. Apparently, my ankles look like dangerous enemies. Oo! Maybe I could get fierce kitty tattoos on them! …Naaahhh.