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!)