Friday afternoon is clean-the-house time. Kitteh knows this. Friday afternoon is when I like to strip the bed and wash the sheets. Kitteh knows this too.
And still, she plays dumb. Because kitteh likes to hang out on the bed.
I walk into the bedroom, and say “sorry kitteh”, and she looks up at me with her big green eyes, like “what? what’re you sorry about?”
Then I gently pick her up and attempt to transplant her to another of her spots in the house (my sweater, my blanket, my office chair… feel free to notice a theme). Sometimes she ‘sticks’, and looks like she’s going to just resume her nap/bath/lounge.
I strip the bed, and put the first batch of sheets in the wash. When it’s time for the second batch, inevitably, /inevitably/, she will be back on the bed, perched on the top of batch two. “Oh hai!”
Transplant cat again.
When it’s time for the third batch, guess where kitteh is? Oh yeah, back on her perch. “What’s up?”
Then we take a break from the cat re-location program. That is, until it’s time to re-make the bed. Man, oh, man.
Take sheets into bedroom.
Cat jumps on naked mattress. “What?”
Move cat.
Put on mattress cover. “Are you done yet?”
Move cat.
Put on fitted sheet. “I can has nap now?”
Move cat.
Put on flat sheet. “Moars?”
Move cat.
You see where I’m going with this.
My best guess is that she’s trying to make sure that the absolute minimum amount of time elapses between the (all white) sheets being clean and fresh, and her rubbing her black furry self all over them. Must. Mark. Sheets. She’s hardwired.
I get about 5 minutes a week when my white sheets are all pretty and crispy. She’s lucky she’s cute.
http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/09/21/funny-pictures-of-it-more-as-our-comforter/
My former roommate’s cat liked nothing better than to be on my bed while it was being made. Even if she’d been nowhere near my bed all day, as soon as she realized I was changing the sheets, she’d be right there. Since moving her proved difficult (she was too fast for me), I’d usually just leave her there and make the bed on top of her (which seems to have been her plan). It worked fine, except that I’d always end up with a little lump in my otherwise smooth bed coverings which would remain even after she crawled out.
I got my revenge, though. I agreed to cat-sit while my former roommate was out of town, and brought kitty over to my new place. The bed here has no box spring and the mattress sits right inside the frame, so when we played our little change-the-bed game and she got bored and tried to escape from beneath the fitted sheet, she quickly discovered that there was no way out. She was not a happy kitty, but I was a very amused human, even though it did mean I had to remake half the bed in order to let her out.