Alfred is the most cuddly cat I have ever met.
When he’s in a mood, he will not leave you alone.
He has places and times where he is annoyingly clingy.
One of these times is after we’ve eaten dinner and we’re watching TV.
The other time is when I am reading in bed after waking up in the morning.
It would be a lot nicer to cuddle with him if he wasn’t so drooly, though…
When we went outside the other day, Alfred and Lorelai were a bit naughty and ran down the hill to the road and the houses.
He met a friendly Labrador; that’s why his tail is puffed up. I tried to get him to go back up the hill to the lawn.
Stay classy, Freddy.
Spoiler alert: He didn’t go back up the hill. These were taken before the fun and games with the lake and the geese.
Okay…maybe he’s not the poser Jacoby was. But he is rather photogenic.
…and this would be when he jumped down and went over to the lake. Brat.
So the other day I walked into the kitchen, and the cabinet above the refrigerator, where we store the dry food we give Angel as a treat, was open. And the bag was…somehow…on the kitchen counter. Pretty sure it was Alfred, but he tried to frame Dashiell for the crime. For some reason, most of the photos I took were “Live Photos,” so here they are as a short YouTube video:
We don’t feed dry cat food to our cats regularly anymore at all. When we do give them dry food, it is fed as a treat. The problem is, we have some leftover prescription diet foods that we gave to Jacoby and Pyret. And we also we win bags of dry food at cat shows, really good, high-protein brands, which is what we give them when we do give them dry.
We have a few more-or-less catsafe storage places in our apartment, and one of these is in our laundry room. All the cats know we keep food in there, and the opportunistic little jerks never pass up a chance to try to get a snack when I have the laundry room door open ( you may recall that we have to latch the door because Alfred has worked out how to open that door).
So, the other day I left the door open for about a minute whilst putting laundry away. The cats, I thought, we all napping around the house, so I thought it was safe. Boy, was I wrong.
In the time it took me to go from the laundry room, dump the clothes onto the bed, and go back to put the next load in our drying closet…Lorelai AND Dashiell were up on top of it, nomming happily away on some of Jake’s leftover Urinary prescription diet. Since it wasn’t in a bin, I am fairly certain it didn’t have a hole in it yet, either. Never underestimate cats when it comes to food!
I didn’t know Dash even knew how to get up there!