Izaak loves his chicken necks.
I left the refrigerator door open for a minute while I was making dinner today.
And…yeah. He jumped up into the fridge.
Like a heat-seeking missile, Zak zeroed in on his precious necks.
And he would have stolen one, too…if I hadn’t been standing right THERE. I think there’s a flaw in your masterplan there, cat burglar.
Whenever we have spare ribs, we lock the cats out of the room. As a sort of reward, we let them chew the meat scraps and cartilage off of the bones. It’s very popular with the feline set.
Of course Alfred is the first one to grab some bones, with Lorelai close behind.
Freddy especially loves the cartilage bits.
Rory may be the smallest cat in our family, but she’s feisty. She gets her share of the bones.
But possibly the most enthusiastic bone-eater is Izaak.
Look at him go! All that chicken neck practice is clearly paying off.
I should have made a video. He’s making little growling noises as he gnaws.
Angel even tries to join in the rib-gnawing fun.
It’s kind of hard, though, since she only has two teeth left.
So we gave her a corn cob instead.
She was happy with that.
Dashiell wanted to try corn, too. We may have another corn-eater in the house.
I’ve written before about how much Izaak enjoys his raw chicken necks.
I mean, he REALLY loves them. Here he is, trying to grab a neck from the bowl.
He actually did manage to snag one!
But then Lorelai happened.
The funny thing is, Dashiell is just as mad for chicken necks as Zak is. He just expresses it differently.
Here’s the full video showing what happens when it’s neck o’clock.
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:
Last year, I mentioned how much Jacoby loved to sit in our cast-iron frying pan.
He also enjoyed lying on the stove itself, especially in winter when the oven was on.
It’s funny I never really noticed it before, but none of the other cats really hangs out on top of the stove. The younger cats prefer to sit in front of the microwave on the counter opposite the stove, and Angel stays on the floor.
But the stove was Jake’s domain. He liked the stove back in Boston, too, but since it was a gas stove with uncomfortable grills, he couldn’t really lie on it.
Our stove in Sweden is a smooth, glass-top electric stove. I’m not sure why no cat has claimed it in Jake’s absence. Perhaps it will become more popular again in winter.
But for now, the stove remains Jake’s place…and I miss him every time I go into the kitchen and see the empty stove.
Despite using the doorstop fairly regularly, another break-in was reported in an apartment kitchen in northwestern Skövde.
Interestingly enough, this time the thief tried to pin his crime on an unlikely suspect.
Nice try…but next time maybe pick a larger, stronger cat who might actually be able to prise open the cabinet?
Whilst the other cats were eating the stolen goods, our Alfred was on the bed, looking as innocent as he could…
…which ultimately, wasn’t very innocent-looking at all.
I had just bought someBrit Premium Sausages for them to try. They completely demolished one whole roll! I texed Björn this photo and said: “Well…guess they like the new food.”
Even Izaak the sausage was interested in the sausage…and he only eats raw food! Seriously, though…We need to put a stop to this crime spree!