6:30, Saturday morning. I’m awakened by a crash in the kitchen…and it takes a lot to wake me up. So of course I went to investigate…
It was then I remembered that I’d thrown away a brick of moldy cheddar cheese the night before.
He went after that cheese (which was in its wrapper, inside a Ziploc bag) several times, knocking the whole thing over more than once.
He figured out how to push in the flip-top. I had to turn the can around sideways in order to get back to sleep.
But, I mean, seriously! Digging in the trash? You would think I never fed him!
And, well…it inspired this: