Yesterday was my birthday, so I went to Davis Square to get a pedicure. Afterwards, I was hungry, so I stopped by Redbones to have what will most likely be my last barbecue from them in a while.
When I called to place my order, I mentioned that I was moving to Sweden, and the girl I spoke with wrote this on my bag! I know…awwwww…
I will miss this place.
When I got home, I set the bag with my takeaway in it down and made the fatal mistake of leaving it unattended. And just look what happened!
Jacoby chewed through the plastic bag, the paper bag, AND the cardboard takeout box…and stole a rib and ATE it!
You can see how guilty and remorseful he felt about it, too.
He had already had his evening meal, too!
But seriously, I want you all to take another look at the hole he made. I mean, this was not a random accidental opening. He focused on one corner and attacked with surgical precision. Jake knew exactly what he was doing and how to do it.
He seems a bit sad that there is no meat left on the bone. He really stripped off every last bit…and then, while I was eating my share of the meal, he actually had the nerve to ask me to give him more! I hope Björn is ready for this rivningskula.
This week’s Photo Hunt subject is “Coffee.”
Jacoby uses the coffeemaker, along with all the other countertop appliances, as a place to stand when I tell him to “get off the counter.”
Because the last thing Jake needs is coffee. Can you just imagine? A caffeinated Aby?
“Coffee? Sounds delicious! Yes, please, may I have some?”
NO! Now get off the counter, Jake.
But you still can’t have any coffee.
Most people are familiar with the concept of “I licked it, so it’s mine.”
Abyssinians have perfected this idea and made it into an art form.
Take, for example this poor unsuspecting baguette that did nothing wrong. It was simply brought home from the grocery and set down on the kitchen counter.
And just look what happened!
Oh, the breadmanity.
And was Jacoby content with merely licking the part of the loaf that was sticking out of the bag?
No, of course he wasn’t.
He folded his ears back and pushed his head and raspy tongue in as far as he could to lick as much of the bread as felinely possible.
He would have bitten into it, too, but the crust on a loaf of French bread is pretty hard, so Jake had to content himself with licking. Biting it would be too much work.
What really gets me, though, is his sheer brazenness and chutzpah. I mean, I was standing right there, watching him. He licked it anyway. So there, humans.
So tonight, I was in my room, setting up to have a FaceTime session with Björn…
When I heard a CRASH!
Well…of course I had to go see what was going on.
Somehow, for some reason, someone managed to get one of the burner covers off the stove and onto the floor.
These things are heavy iron. And they interlink with one another. It’s incredibly hard to get them off the stovetop and onto the floor, especially if you don’t have opposable thumbs or leverage. I have no idea how it was done.
Yep, you read that right. Instead of Selfie Sunday, we’re having SELFISH Sunday.
I had put a package of delicious blueberry and maple syrup chicken breakfast sausages out on the counter to warm up before I cooked them. I thought that Jacoby would be in mid-afternoon nap mode, and wouldn’t notice them…and if he did, I figured the air-tight sealed package would have a fairly inert scent, and the blueberry and maple syrup would deter him. Yeah…right.
I was doing something in the bathroom when I heard Jake playing with something. It sounded like he was having fun and I wanted to see what he was doing…and I found my dinner on the carpet! The little fiend was trying to open the package!
I snatched it back and put it back in the kitchen. Do you think he was repentant?
Are you kidding?
He tried to steal it again, right in front of me! I ended up putting them inside the microwave (aka the Aby-proof food safe).
This is what they looked like when I took them out of the package to cook them.
MMMmmm…nothing like ABC* sausages! But it is funny…he is just like his brother Gun-Hee when it comes to sneaky thievery! The only difference is, Gun-Hee would take things to his house, while Jake’s safe place is the bedroom, apparently.
*Already Been Chewed.
Lately, the closet door in the art room has been mysteriously opening.
Neither my husband nor I will have gone into that closet for days, yet the door would be open. Then, one day I couldn’t find Jacoby AND the closet door was once again open.
Finally, one mystery solved!
So, I kind of figured it was Jake opening the door. But I wasn’t expecting to find him sleeping in the closet!
And I never would have dreamed he’d pick the napping spot I found him in!
I have Jake’s show cage hanging in its bag in that closet, and at some point over the winter I’d left it unzipped when I put something in it.
Evidently, that makes a perfect secluded cat bed. Who knew?
All right, Jake, I’ll let you get back to sleep.
This week’s Photo Hunt subject is “Beam.”
We have open-beam ceilings in our apartment. They are part of the original building which was built in 1906. The wall-climbers we’ve installed in the living room let the cats get right up next to the ceiling.
Apparently, this is not good enough for our Jacoby.
He’s starting to regularly walk on the heating duct. I have some sisal pads that we need to install up there to give him something to grip.
The problem is that now the duct doesn’t seem to be enough for Jake, either.
Now he’s got his eye on the sprinkler pipe!
And I mean, he’s really trying to walk on that pipe!
I really don’t know what to do about this. When I see him doing it, I tell him NO, and I try to get him down with the promise of treats.
That usually works.
I just wonder if he’s trying this when I’m NOT home. You know he probably is.
“Oh, all right, I’ll get off the pipe. Sheesh, Mom.”
The thing is, I have no idea why Jake wants to walk on the sprinkler pipe. There’s nothing over there for him to sit on or do. He can’t even really look out the window from up there. I think he just wants to see if he can do it. Typical male.