Ten and the Thief Cat
My cat Dora is a pain in the ass.
I realize she could be worse in a lot of ways, but between the two cats, her sins stand out. Athena is often annoying, but she's essentially harmless; Dora on the other hand, is the pinnacle of Queenliness, with all the vomiting, territory staking, hissy spittiness and mood swings that come with it. She's also my more monogamous cat; I'm her Thrall, pretty much her one and only Thrall, and others that dare are liable to get a hiss and a swat for daring to approach the Queen without the proper ten years of obesiance first.
So of course, Dora would be the one who learned how to break into the treat cabinet..
Not that it would be terribly difficult, I suppose; the cabinet is right above the fridge, and both cats like to nest in the space between the two. I'm just--amused, and a little amazed, at her tenacity in getting to the treats, since it requires open a decently heavy cabinet door to get in there, and then chewing through the treat bags. But get in there she did, and though I would block the doors and move around the treats, she would still get in there.
Finally, though, my brain woke up. "Why don't I put the treats in a different container, like a piece of Tupperware?" I told Mari one night. "Then she will be frustrated! Mwa ha ha!"
...okay, the evil laugh may not be a direct quote, but there's nothing like a cat to bring out the petty in most people.
And by a stroke of luck, as I was out buying catnip the other day, I found some that came in a plastic jug. So I came home, 'Nipped the heck out of the cat tree to take some off the top, and then poured the rest into a plastic bag for later use.
"This doesn't look suspicious at all," I said as I shook the bag of fragrant green flakes down to roll up. "Though the police would never get past the second floor if they wanted to bust for that anyways."
And so the cat treats now reside in a minty smelling plastic container with a screw on lid. I am kind of curious if she's going to try to chew through that, too. I wouldn't put it past her to try, gentle readers; that's just the kind of cat she is.
I realize she could be worse in a lot of ways, but between the two cats, her sins stand out. Athena is often annoying, but she's essentially harmless; Dora on the other hand, is the pinnacle of Queenliness, with all the vomiting, territory staking, hissy spittiness and mood swings that come with it. She's also my more monogamous cat; I'm her Thrall, pretty much her one and only Thrall, and others that dare are liable to get a hiss and a swat for daring to approach the Queen without the proper ten years of obesiance first.
So of course, Dora would be the one who learned how to break into the treat cabinet..
Not that it would be terribly difficult, I suppose; the cabinet is right above the fridge, and both cats like to nest in the space between the two. I'm just--amused, and a little amazed, at her tenacity in getting to the treats, since it requires open a decently heavy cabinet door to get in there, and then chewing through the treat bags. But get in there she did, and though I would block the doors and move around the treats, she would still get in there.
Finally, though, my brain woke up. "Why don't I put the treats in a different container, like a piece of Tupperware?" I told Mari one night. "Then she will be frustrated! Mwa ha ha!"
...okay, the evil laugh may not be a direct quote, but there's nothing like a cat to bring out the petty in most people.
And by a stroke of luck, as I was out buying catnip the other day, I found some that came in a plastic jug. So I came home, 'Nipped the heck out of the cat tree to take some off the top, and then poured the rest into a plastic bag for later use.
"This doesn't look suspicious at all," I said as I shook the bag of fragrant green flakes down to roll up. "Though the police would never get past the second floor if they wanted to bust for that anyways."
And so the cat treats now reside in a minty smelling plastic container with a screw on lid. I am kind of curious if she's going to try to chew through that, too. I wouldn't put it past her to try, gentle readers; that's just the kind of cat she is.