Henry and Ron grow by the day, and their exploits know no bounds. Ron is still the runty one, so it took him about two weeks longer than Henry to work out how to get on to the kitchen worktops; as this is where we have been putting the big cats’ meals, there is an element of being not very impressed *at all* by this amongst the older members of the Tribe.
At the weekend, I misplaced my keys – it caused me a great deal of angst, as there were two front door keys, two back door keys, and a USB stick on the ring. We searched high and low, but no sign, and I felt sure they were gone for good. On Monday morning, I found them down beside the washing machine, where I suspect small kittin paws had thwipped them. I threatened EnRon with kitten soup.
We make a lot of soup here, and we make it in a huge saucepan which lives on the top of our huge American fridge. Yesterday, believe it or not, I found Ron sitting in it, for all the world as though he was waiting to be turned into nourishing soup 🙂 The world is his lobster now he can leave the kitchen floor behind …
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Minnow has decided she wants to be a kitten again; she signalled this yesterday by, as I opened the door of the toilet, speeding up the stairs like a bullet, timing her onward flight sufficiently to have jumped onto the toilet seat nanoseconds before I attempted to sit down. She finds this hilarious, I less so, for obvious reasons.
There is a reason why I have always been obsessive about keeping the lid down, and it had a lot to do with her many attempts to accidentally drown herself as a kitten by hurtling headlong into the room. Personally, I think it would be even more dreadful for 5kg of cat to get its considerable bulk stuck in the toilet bowl.
I admire you for your composure in the face of Cats On Counters.
This is the one thing that drives me nuts and I’m always telling them to get down, while they pretend they don’t know what I’m talking about.
How do you make sure the counter tops are always clean when anyone needs to use them? Or do you both remember to disinfect them automatically before using them?
Actually, thinking about it, it might be a good idea to feed Phoebe on the counter, since she has a delicate stomach and I would like to get her Hills Sensitive Stomach Cat food, but just for her, because it’s rather expensive and I don’t want to feed it to two ravenous cats who don’t need it.
The vet recommended that we feed her separately in another room but can’t understand that she is utterly paranoid about being shut in anywhere and certainly wouldn’t eat with the door closed. And since she likes to peck at her dry food in tiny little mouthfuls throughout the day, it’s not practical to shut her in one room, or shut the others in one room.
I don’t believe people who say their cats don’t get on the worktop – they just don’t get on the worktop *when they’re not looking*.
I just wipe everything down before I start.
How pragmatic!
I’m under no illusions whaever about my cats getting on the counter; they have so little respect for me that they do it while I’m watching!
We’re the same.
Tiggy pretty much runs the house when I’m out, and given how often we seem to ‘misplace’ things I’m quite sure he avails himself of the Sky+ and Wii in my absence. He has a fondness for pens too – anything he sees me holding will shortly be moved elsewhere in the house with a deft swish of the paw.
He certainly patrols all of the counters, table tops, beds and cabinets when he thinks I’m not looking (or he gets on the dining table when he knows I am looking and wants to annoy me).
Kitchen worktops get a wipe before we start. 🙂