I have written before about Bugs’s mountaineering and orienteering skills, here and here. Barney, never one to be outdone, has followed in Bugs’s pawprints.
The new fridge has become the new frontier.
Keep in mind that for years, we had got by with one of those “frat-fridges.” You know. The kind you keep in your dorm-room, to tide you over in the middle of the night. Our old frat-fridge finally lay down and died.
Now there is not a whole lot of choice, here in America, between a frat-fridge and something straight out of Detroit . . . .
photo by Christer Johansson
But I managed. Marked down, last of its kind, minus dairy-door.
Here it is, in all its glory.
Barney is feeling the call of the inevitable. Yes, that’s him lurking back there.
Yes, Barney, it is one heck of a long way down.
Yes, Barney, you have a very winsome profile.
Are you having second thoughts?
No second thoughts. Just thinking about what next has to get scraped off this thing. (The cake plate and photo of my nieces were the first to go.)
This was just before he pushed the silver trash-container out of the way. It landed with a tremendous crash, just inches away from my computer. Blocked the view, you see.
Just hope he doesn’t do that with my mother’s hand-thrown pot.
Update, taken just after posting:
We think sweet Barney has claimed the fridge top for himself. Our Snookums loved the top of the fridge and insisted on being there so everything came off eventually and it was hers. By the way our fridge looks just like yours. Hugs and nose kisses
How true about ‘no choice’. I just wanted the opposite of what you have, fridge on top, freezer (not a drawer) on the bottom. couldn’t find one. Settled reluctantly for a French door side-by-side. The top of my freezer contains (of all things) the cat bed. It is too high for my 17 year old, but when my son’s nine year old visits, he heads straight for that bed. Jumps from the floor to the dryer and then flies to the top of the freezer which is WARM. Spends his nights in that heated bed.
It appears that Barney conquers all. I’m wondering what it means to be most comfortable on mountain tops.
Would you believe that none of us ever go on top of our fridge? Pretty amazing!
Impressive!! I have never ever tried to get up the top of the fridge, but UK fridges do not in any way resemble the Tardis, so there is not a lot of skill needed to ascend!!
Bet it’s nice and warm up there!
Boldly going where No Cat has gone before…
Dear cousin Barney,
We are rooting for you- keep up the good work, difficult as it may be. Your mom like ours Obviously needs some help in the housework department. We feel it is our duty to clear counter space whenever possible (especially about 4:30 in the morning) Just sayin’
I like your fridge! Ours sort of has a cupboard over it, so there isn’t any space for kitties. Well, there could be, but it is too crowded and I do not clean!
So cute!!! Our current elderly cats have shown no interest in the top of the fridge but maybe they could not get up on one in their previous homes. Our previous cats LOVED the top of the fridge, the top of 7 foot bookshelves, any place they could find that was high up.
I’m late to the mountaineering party! Has everything survived, since? I still love his schnozzola 🙂
We had a cat that would lay on the fridge. She went up via the counter. But she would only come down onto someone’s shoulder. Without warning. Claws out for traction. Sometimes we could coax her down, but she preferred her way.