Quick background: we have a couple collapsible cloth laundry hampers that the cats use as "forts" from which to attack and evade each other. It's pretty darn adorable, and the cats tend to claim a fort for awhile, lose it to the other, and then switch back again.
Further background: Pinball likes shoes. He rubs up against them, rolls in them... basically, they are his drugs.
So, I don't have pictures of this because I was so fascinated that I was glued to the couch, but here is a scene from our house last night:
Eric: Pumpkin, are you... are you LICKING the laundry hamper?
Allison: CAT! You don't need to groom the inanimate object!
Eric: Weirdo.
Allison: Look who's talking. Your cat is rolling in his drug haven.
[Pinball starts grooming Eric's shoes, rolling around, sticking his head in them, etc.]
Eric: I wish we had a picture of this.
Allison: I'll post it to my journal. Preserved for posterity for all time. ...Kitty dorks.
Further background: Pinball likes shoes. He rubs up against them, rolls in them... basically, they are his drugs.
So, I don't have pictures of this because I was so fascinated that I was glued to the couch, but here is a scene from our house last night:
Eric: Pumpkin, are you... are you LICKING the laundry hamper?
Allison: CAT! You don't need to groom the inanimate object!
Eric: Weirdo.
Allison: Look who's talking. Your cat is rolling in his drug haven.
[Pinball starts grooming Eric's shoes, rolling around, sticking his head in them, etc.]
Eric: I wish we had a picture of this.
Allison: I'll post it to my journal. Preserved for posterity for all time. ...Kitty dorks.