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.