I've said it before. Peno is... and always has been the "good" cat. Whether it's because she's too timid to get into mischief, of just too lazy, I've never been too sure.
But she's never been one of those cats who jumped on the counter, ate your plants, destroyed your curtains, shredded you couch, stole your yarn, or just generally got into trouble.
Her worse offense is probably licking the windows (she likes to lick the condensation off in the mornings) and drinking run-off from the tray under the Hibiscus tree (this bothers Dave to no end - she has a pet fountain with constant fresh, flowing water, but she prefers plant run-off). I'd worry that she's dehydrated, but I know she's not - she's just weird.
So imagine my surprise when I came down the other morning to this....
When Rocky was alive, I knew I was taking my chances leaving a basket out - fresh or dirty, he was all over it. (He especially loved it right from the dryer and like to "help" me fold.) But since he's been gone, and Rupert has shown no interest (yet), I guess I've gotten a little lax.
It it was just my clothes, I wouldn't mind. I live with a perpetual coating of cat hair on me. I'm a peace with that. But right under her butt is a stack of nice clean towels. And almost nothing is worse, than coming out of the shower, all fresh and squeaky clean... and drying yourself off with a towel the cat slept on!