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.
As you might recall, since moving to Sweden we have been feeding the cats Bozita cat food. Instead of putting food products in cans, many things are packaged in Tetra-Pak boxes.
This leads to a rather amusing side effect. These photos were taken back when we first moved here, in August 2016.
According to the Jacoby, everything that comes in a Tetra-Pak box is food.
“Are you sure this isn’t food? It sure looks like food.”
“You’re not even going to give me a taste?” Of tomato sauce? Hardly.
“Did somebody say something about food? Oh, a box!”
Angel is so adorable when she’s hopeful.
Since it’s gotten colder outside, we’ve been able to store food outside on the balcony. Last night, we used that to our advantage and defrosted our freezer.
Not without help, of course. All the cats were there, of course, because they know food is involved with the big white cold box in the kitchen, but only one thought it would be a good idea to hop inside.
I wonder what he’s going to do when he sees snow for the first time.