Björn bought some really nice bratwurst and had it for breakfast yesterday.
A certain little girl was very interested in the brat on Björn’s fork.
This was actually pretty unusual for Lorelai; she’s big on raw meat when we’re cutting it up for cooking, but she’s not usually so grabby when it comes to cooked food.
It was so funny to watch her!
It smelled good to me, but it must have smelled amazing to Rory for her to act this way.
But Rory had competition for that brat, though. Someone else wanted it, too, and look at the daggers she’s staring at him.
I know you probably thought it was going to Alfred…but it was Izaak!
And for Zak to try to steal food is even more unusual that Rory doing it. He is strictly a raw meat kind of guy.
And he wanted it even more than Rory, too.
Björn said Zak was really pulling down on his hand. For a little dude, Zak is strong for his size!
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?
When you read those breed descriptions of Abyssinians, they never tell you about the food obsession. They all have it, to varying degrees. Alfred chews through anything plastic because he’s learnt there’s food in plastic (except when there isn’t; he’s also chewed through a packet of ground black pepper and a bag of laundry detergent). Angel runs to the kitchen whenever you cut something up with a knife and cutting board, hoping for bits of raw meat (even if I am only chopping onions or cucumbers). And Jacoby, well, he’s the worst. He’ll steal food right under your nose if you aren’t careful!
As go the older cats, so goes Lorelai.
Bear in mind, nobody really taught her how to do this. No one needed to. Cats learn by observation, after all.
I think she’s getting an A in this life lesson.
Once you have an Abyssinian (or three), you will never dine unaccompanied again.
And it doesn’t even matter what you’re eating. For example, see Alfred there, eyeing the little cup of “pizza salad”? Yeah, that’s cabbage.
Jacoby had a go at it as well…but I wasn’t fast enough with the camera to catch it. And don’t think it’s just the boys who are naughty. While they’re attacking the food on the table…
…here’s Angel, quietly sitting at your shoulder, waiting to snag a bite on it’s way from your plate to your mouth.
And if she is unable to get a bite that way?
Well, then, she’ll join the boys in a ground assault. If we’re eating something like a roast chicken, that’s easy to steal and hard to protect, we have to lock them out of the living room while we eat!
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!
Yesterday, I posted Jacoby’s latest caper, breaking into my Redbones takeaway and stealing and eating a whole rib!
Well, he isn’t the only Aby I’ve had with a criminal history. His half-brother Gun-Hee was quite the thief himself. Like the time he stole hot dogs and dragged them into his house…
…or the time he stole a butter wrapper…
…or the time he stole a hunk of lamb while I was bleeding…yeah, you get the idea.
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.
Apparently bread-eating runs in Jacoby’s family. Almost nine years ago, Gun-Hee attacked a loaf of bread.
Hello, Abys…what part of “obligate carnivore” escapes you?
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.
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.
Thanks to Catsparella and then Google, I have a nifty collection of cat-shaped silicone baking pans.
They’re awesome for little mini-muffins, and one of my favourite mixes is Krusteaz Cranberry Orange (trust me, this is relevant).
Making muffins in silicone pans is a little different than using stiff metal pans, but once they’re baked, you still have to let the muffins cool before you can take them out.
And here’s something you may not have known…
…cats like mini-muffins.
Well, let me rephrase that: Jacoby likes mini-muffins.
I know what you’re thinking: Cats hate oranges.
I guess that’s just normal, ordinary cats who hate oranges. Evidently, Jake doesn’t have a problem with them – and there is real orange peel zest in the muffin mix!
In case you were wondering, oh, yes, he did really eat some of the muffins. He would have eaten a lot more, too, if I hadn’t stopped him.
The other morning as I was getting ready for work, I discovered Jacoby chewing and licking a package of treats.
Now, these aren’t even his treats!
As a matter of fact, he doesn’t even like these treats.
These are Angel’s special L-Lysine medi-treats that he poached.
Luckily, the packaging on these is very strong.
Jake managed to poke a few tooth-holes into the bag, but he couldn’t make a big enough tear into it to extract any of the treats inside. He did lick it quite a lot.
How did he actually manage to get ahold of the treat bag in the first place? Stay tuned; the answer will be revealed in this Wednesday’s wordless photo series!
Jacoby’s been on a diet since the cat show, but that doesn’t stop him from stealing food whenever he can.
I saw him knock this Chinese takeout box onto the floor and start pawing something out of it.
I didn’t think there was any meat left in that container.
I was right, there wasn’t.
I had no idea that Jake had any interest in cruciferous vegetables!
Behold the mighty hunter devouring his prey.
Gun-Hee just stole butter! My husband was cooking and left it on the counter to soften.
Next thing he knows, the butter is gone…Gun-Hee had dragged it into the Fort Under the Chairs (his second-favourite place to hide after his cage; I think the butter – which was sitting on the open wrapper – was too hard to drag all the way to his cage), just licking away. My husband salvaged the butter he needed to finish cooking, and I managed to recreate the scene with the wrapper.
No remorse. None. Whatsoever.