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!
So, this is fun. Alfred learned a new trick.
You may recall how clever Freddy is at opening cabinet doors, especially when he knows there’s food on the other side.
Lately, however, he has been focusing on a new, non-food-related target.
The front door.
So now, we have to make sure we always lock the front door without fail, or he’ll open it and let everyone into the stairwell. He tests it all the time, several times a day. And if we forget…we discover the door is open and all the cats are playing on the stairs.
Click on the image above to see a video of the evil genius in action in a new tab…Spoiler alert, the door is locked in this video. FREDDY! (Sorry, gotta run…just heard a crash in the kitchen…)
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!
As you saw in yesterday’s post, Alfred has figured out some kind of workaround to our cabinet solution. And before you suggest it…we don’t want to move the food. This is the most convenient place to keep it, and, honestly, moving the food won’t stop Freddy from opening the damn cabinet, and he’ll keep on stealing plastic packets whether or not they contain cat food.
Kalle took the two photos yesterday, and Björn caught this action this morning.
By the time Björn took the photos, Freddy was nowhere to be seen. As you can see, he was all too happy to frame his brothers for the crime.
Not that they tried too terribly hard to look innocent…
Interestingly enough, whilst I was working on this very post, I heard a crash in the kitchen. I went to look and…yeah, no surprise here.
Oh, hi there…
Far from being contrite, Freddy grabbed a packet of Jake’s food and carried it underneath the dining room table to puncture and shred. I managed to rescue it before he could so Jake can have dinner tonight.
You can tell he’s already plotting his next move…
The struggle to keep the door to the cabinet we keep the cat food in continues.
We reinstated the door stopper…nope. We added a baffle to the bottom of the door so it was harder for him to grab it and open it…nope. Then we adjusted the magnetic latch…which seems to have worked…for the time being.
But he’s working on it. Look how miffed he is that I heard him working on the door and brought the camera! And it appears he has recruited Lorelai as his accomplice. Sneaky boy!
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.
Alfred is an evil genius, an avid hunter…and a klutz. Not a good combination.
This is Freddy in the laundry room. Once upon a time, we stored bags of dry cat food on the shelves of a tall shelf just out of frame, the top of which you can see Freddy speculatively eying.
Now all the bags have been chewed through, re-bagged, and stuffed into sealed, plastic bins.
Not that he never stops trying to get at them. “There was food there before, there will be again” is his motto.
I mean, look at him sizing up the shelving! We have had to put a latch on the door because if it’s not shut properly he can shoulder it open.
Meanwhile, throughout the rest of the house…
…I think he’s chasing flying insects. I have no idea. All I know is things from the top of the bookcases and the liquor cabinet are ending up on the floor. Sometimes they’re repairable things. Sometimes…like the Hagen-Renaker 1950’s California ceramic Siamese cat “Seated Sookie” last night…not so much.
But the most worrisome habit he’s recently picked up is…he has cracked the mystery of the catio netting! He has discovered a loose spot on one side of the netting that he can get through – no one else has discovered it, yet, thank goodness – but we are back to having to keep the balcony locked up the way it was before we had any netting at all until we can work out a way to fix the loophole.
Sometimes, I wish Abys weren’t quite so smart.
(Edit: As I was writing this post, despite our best efforts, Freddy actually got out through the balcony AGAIN! Third time today!)
Cats and laptops…the love affair may seem like a recent phenomenon, but it actually goes back to printed books and newspapers. Cats love to sit on whatever their favourite human is reading when they want attention. The fact that laptops are warm is just a bonus. Even when the thing they sit on makes weird noises, cats love laptops. Now, I know I just posted about Logan and my laptop just two months ago, but it’s getting worse!
They’re searching for things on my computer! Although I’m not sure what “DQ9X700DXYŪ” is in Felinese.
They are also opening multiple tabs in Firefox (it was more than 30 empty tabs!) and printing things. I caught this one before a piece of paper was wasted, but they have actually printed things.
Angel has historically been the worst offender, but lately Logan has stolen her throne, so to speak. Of course, he’s a big believer in the “If not for sits, why is it made of warm?” school of thought, but he also just loves to sit on my lap. And when the laptop is on my lap, well…he’ll just have to make do, won’t he?
“I love my mommy, but her lap is busy with the hard thing. That’s okay, we can share mommy’s lap.”
Cats go through fads. They’ll ignore a bed or napping spot for weeks or months, and then one day, suddenly – BAM! It’s the most popular thing in the house and everycat wants to sleep there.
Jacoby is very much the faddist. He’ll suddenly start sitting somewhere and it becomes his go-to place. So recently, his place in the kitchen is our red cast-iron frying pan that lives on our stovetop.
And I thought his other obsession with this pan – licking the grease residue on it when it’s cold – was bad!
Of course, we rinse it before we use it now, but seriously…the frying pan? I just hope he never tries to sit in it when it’s still hot!
Last week, I found a lovely deal on herring (sill in Swedish) – 75kr a kilo! I wanted to use it to make something Thai with rice noodles, and I found a delicious recipe for khanom jeen nam ya/i>, a delicious fish curry designed to use a strong-flavoured, oily fish such as barracuda, mackerel, or herring.
While we were eating it, we left the remainder in the wok, with what we thought was a heavy enough lid on it to protect the delicious fish curry inside.
We. Were. Wrong.
Alfred managed to get under the lid and used his grabby Aby hands to reach into the wok and eat my delicious fish curry.
He clearly enjoyed it. Lemongrass, kaffir lime leaves, coconut milk, and all.
And then he went in for more. Reach…
“Don’t you tell me ‘NO,’ mom…”
…and eat again.
Rinse and repeat. Until we caught him, anyway.
He is shameless. But it wasn’t all him. In the photos, you can see Jacoby in the background…well he had a slightly greasy head later on. I am pretty sure that he is the one who pushed the lid off!
Jacoby has this crazy fascination with the laundry closet.
Whenever the door is opened, he bolts into the closet and hides behind the washer. I mean, he literally comes running when he hears the door opening.
And once he goes in there, it’s nearly impossible to get him to come out. Not even treats will dislodge him from his lair.
I’ve even tried shutting him up in there for a few minutes so he can see how boring it is in there. Apparently, it’s not boring to him. He’ll stay in there as long as he can.
When he wants to come out, he just pushes the door open if it’s closed. I just don’t understand what he finds so interesting in there. There’s nothing behind the washing machine! What are you doing back there, Jake?
In our house, cats are not allowed on the kitchen counters. For one thing, our kitchen is ridiculously tiny, and we don’t have much counter space to begin with.
Jacoby, however, has decided that he either isn’t a cat, or that the rule about cats going on the counters only applies to the girlcats.
I really don’t know why this is. He was trained the same was as all my cats have, and honestly, he and his brother Gun-Hee are the only two cats I’ve had who regularly flout the “no counter” rule. And you can tell when they go up there when you aren’t home, because they leave footprints.
Jake will get down when I tell him to…
…but he just hops right back up again as soon as he can.
He even goes up there when there’s nothing happening. There’s no food being prepared, no dishes being put away, no cabinets being opened…yet there he is.
One of his jobs, apparently, is to rub all the things at the end of the counter.
Look at him. He’s not even embarrassed to be caught breaking the rules.
When Jake does, finally, deign to get off the counter, he sort of slithers down, taking his time. He can be such a brat!
Don’t get me wrong, the girls do get on the counter, too. Tessie, because Jake does. Angel, because she’s an Aby. And Kylie – who does it the least – will hop up on occasion. But all three girls know they’re doing something they shouldn’t, and they guiltily – and instantly – leap to the floor when you catch them at it. Jake knows he’s not supposed to go up there as much as the girls do, but for some reason…he just doesn’t care.
Jacoby has developed a new habit.
He likes to sit on top of the cabinet in the front bathroom and oversee people going about their bathroom business.
As you can see, he’s quite proud of his achievement.
“This is mine!”
I’m not sure why he likes it up there so much. He’s quite tall, and there’s not enough room for him to stand comfortably.
He can’t really sit up, either.
Come on down from there, Jakey-boy.
Of course, now Tessie wants to try to get up there, too.