We've been fostering kittens for the Humane Society. We refer to them as the lipids.
One of them is the strangest cat I've ever come in contact with. Her name is Dannon. She's a hairy ball of idiosyncrasies. For example, cats are supposed to be relatively clean creatures but this one delights in throwing litter all over the laundry room. She attacks anything that moves, and a lot of things that don't move. Her most frequent nemeses are door frames, large pieces of furniture, and shoes. She takes shoes seriously... as if they wronged her in another life. She has horrible gas, slumps and lolls like a dog, and attacks her own tail.
But the most alarming problem with Dannon is that she gets into everything. She's been closed in several closets, and has climbed into the fridge, cupboards, garbage can, and dryer. The other night we realized we hadn't seen Dannon in a while. We checked all her usual haunts, but after 10 minutes of looking, she had not turned up. I was worried because there is a coverless vent under the bathroom counter, and I kept imagining her falling down beneath the floor.
Finally, we realized we could hear her in the bedroom. Russell found her closed in his sock drawer. I still don't understand how she got in there.