Hells Bells! My Cat is so naughty she steals food right off my dormouse's plate. We have to keep a plant mister on the table so to squirt the cat if it comes anywhere twords her food. He pulled a bag of beef jerky right out of the pantry. Fortunately it was protected by a zip lock bag, and he hasn't figured out how to open them....yet.
@Lucy: There are scamps, that's for sure. I'm pretty sure they didn't even want to eat the cupcakes. They just wanted to take bites out of each one.
@sleepyinsaudi: I tried that water gun trick with my last cat, Lizzy, who would sit on the counter, eating the food she wasn't supposed to be into, growling, meowing, and hissing, all while you repeatedly shot her with the water gun, but never jumping down because she was Just. That. Stubborn. Maybe I'll have to give it a go again with these two.
ack. sometimes i miss having pets. then i remember the poop. and stuff like this. i once had two dogs who chewed up a bar stool. and the handle off of a handmade kitchen knife my brother did for me. and then I get glad i don't have any.
Married, 40ish mom of two (or three, or four, depending on how you keep score) who stepped through the lookinglass and now finds herself living in curiouser and curiouser lands of Marriage, Motherhood, and the Washington, D.C. Metro Area.
June 20, 2009 at 8:22 AM
Ye gads! Are they related to Hank??? I've seen this exact crime photo.
June 20, 2009 at 9:32 AM
Hells Bells! My Cat is so naughty she steals food right off my dormouse's plate. We have to keep a plant mister on the table so to squirt the cat if it comes anywhere twords her food. He pulled a bag of beef jerky right out of the pantry. Fortunately it was protected by a zip lock bag, and he hasn't figured out how to open them....yet.
June 20, 2009 at 9:00 PM
@Lucy: There are scamps, that's for sure. I'm pretty sure they didn't even want to eat the cupcakes. They just wanted to take bites out of each one.
@sleepyinsaudi: I tried that water gun trick with my last cat, Lizzy, who would sit on the counter, eating the food she wasn't supposed to be into, growling, meowing, and hissing, all while you repeatedly shot her with the water gun, but never jumping down because she was Just. That. Stubborn. Maybe I'll have to give it a go again with these two.
June 21, 2009 at 12:04 PM
ack. sometimes i miss having pets. then i remember the poop. and stuff like this. i once had two dogs who chewed up a bar stool. and the handle off of a handmade kitchen knife my brother did for me. and then I get glad i don't have any.
i guess i'm not a pet person anymore.