Generally, we eat dinner in the living room in front of the TV (don’t judge), and the way our apartment is set up, we are able to close off the living room from the rest of the house by closing two doors. There are some days that we have to close those doors.
This meal was one we probably should have closed the doors for.
Okay, we have four Abyssinians and a Singapura. Mealtime was never going to be easy, granted. But the usually shy and retiring Angel becomes a demon when food is involved. To the point of her trying to intercept food on my fork on its way to my mouth.
She’s extraordinarily aggressive when it comes to food. Annoying is another adjective that fits into that sentence.
Not that she’s not loving and sweet…as long as there’s food to be had.
With cats like these, who needs enemies?
As I have mentioned before, Alfred is an evil genius. He is also incredibly food-oriented.
And by “incredibly,” I mean he has figured out how to open the cabinet where the cat food is kept…
…to the point that we started finding this on an all-too-frequent basis.
He has different methods for eating the food out of the wet packets…
…and the dry ones.
The latch on the cabinet was a bit weak, but it had never been a problem before. Now, this is a problem, clearly…so we replaced it with a 4kg magnetic cabinet latch. You would think that would work.
And it did. For a while. Then we had to jam this rubber cat’s paw doorstop.
Which helped. Until it didn’t.
The problem is, he’s too stealthy for us to catch in the act. And he’s quiet. By the time we happen to go in the kitchen, he’s finished his share, and only the others are left eating.
Of course, we know it isn’t Angel or Jacoby opening the cabinet. If it was, it wouldn’t have been a problem two years ago, not just within the past two months! Nice frame-job attempt, Freddy.
Yesterday’s post prompted a discussion of “Grabby Aby hands,” and I was reminded of this set of photos I took back in August 2016, just a couple of months after I moved to Sweden with Jacoby and Angel.
Björn was eating something bread-based, and Jake wanted it.
Look at how Jake inserted himself between Björn’s hand and his mouth!
Jake wanted a taste of whatever Björn was eating.
And he was pretty insistent.
Jake was fighting for his share…but Björn was fighting for his share, too.
It’s hard to tell who is fighting harder…Jake or Björn.
It was a straight-up battle for the piece of bread, yo.
(Notice the bit of bread on Björn’s arm…)
Jake was persistent in his search for food…and he managed to get some scraps from Björn.
And he managed to get some bread, too.
Yummy, yummy bread…
But yeah. If you can’t eat bread around an Abyssinian…how can you expect to eat actual meat around one?
It’s common in Sweden for apartment complexes to have several rug-beating frames so that residents can beat their carpets.
We have one right outside our apartment, and of course Lorelai had to jump up to the top of it.
She was walking the galvanised steel tightrope walk pretty well there for a while…
…but it just takes one misstep.
…and then your paws don’t behave…
…and after that, the rest of your paws second-guess themselves…
…and once that happens…
…yeah, you’re gonna fall.
So the art is in falling gracefully. Or at least, non-embarrassingly…
“Okay, so…that was fun. Now what?”
I’ve already posted about how much Angel loves corn. Any time we have corn on the cob, she is there trying to eat it.
That includes the kernels that fall onto the table accidentally.
She begs for those, too. Or she tries to pick them up with her grabby Aby hands.
Sometimes they can be a little slippery and hard to pick up, though.
In the end, Angel will make certain that no kernel is wasted!
When we went to our local DjurMagazinet, Alfred checked out the cat trees.
They have a really good selection, but here in Europe they seem to cover cat trees with sisal and faux fur fabric rather than carpeting.
Freddy was just happily playtesting the trees when…
…This happened. Not gonna lie, I laughed. He totally reminded me of this cartoon I did 5 years ago!
But I mean, look at his feet (and hand)! I had to highlight them…because, well…look at them!
Meanwhile, Lorelai was having trouble managing her new harness and leash.
Then she decided she wanted to be up in my lap.
Ambition and ability are, sadly, two very different things.
She wasn’t fazed, though.
Quite the opposite, in fact. She was gathering herself up for another attempt.