unsolicited testimonial

[truepenny]

American Health Kennels Kitty Kissers, chicken liver flavor, are in fact just as irresistible to cats as the manufacturers claim.

I give the cats treats at bedtime (a cunning ploy to try to get the First Ninja to view bipeds with something other than suspicion and scorn); I've been doing this for over a year. I keep the treats on the bedroom bookcase, well out of reach of even a very enterprising quadruped.

...

Or so I thought.

I don't know who got up there or how, but that bag of treats is as empty as it is possible for a bag of treats to be.

Also, the laundry now has chicken liver kitty treat crumbs in it.

Comments

[heresluck]

Personally, I suspect a Stealth Ninja (is that redundant?); I'm sure the Elder Statescat would LOVE to get up there, but it'd be quite a trick for him. And I somehow suspect that you would have heard Catzilla's enthusiasm from nearly anywhere else in the house. Heh.

[fidelioscabinet.livejournal.com]

Dear me, getting crumbs in the bed (humans call it laundry, but what do they know) are we?

Around here, the only sure defeat for enterprising quadrupeds is storage that requires the use of more than one hand, with thumbs present in the equation. Screw top jars work, as they haven't managed to chin-mark one enough to untwist the lid. Thanks heavens they haven't heard about octopus efforts along those lines, or I would be screwed.

catnip commandos

[selkith.livejournal.com]

Okay, I know this story. My mum had a catnip plant sitting on the mantle, which is about, oh, head level on me so about five feet off the floor, and it is narrow. here was no easy way for the cats to get to the damned thing, but the next morning, being a Saturday, we all got up a bit later, and I heard her give an asontished yell from the living room. Myself and my stepdad came out to find her mourning the remains of the new catnip plant with an expression that was a curious combination of annoyance, sorrow, and outright awe. The other things on the narrow mantle were undisturbed, but the porr lamented catnip was, alas, chewed right down to the nubs. Then was the legend of the Catnip Commandos, born. Other incidents followed, such as the morning that we came into the kitchen to find the herb drawer opened, and the tin of dry catnip mostly empty. A good portion of it plastered to the floor with droo. All the fuzzy miscreants responsible, were passed out in the living room on the couch. They were so stoned that they merely twitched an ear in the general direction of the ruckus which they had caused. I could tell you other storeis about Christmas trees, and what one did the bows on the gifts, but I will save that tale,(snort) for another day. ;)

[achariya.livejournal.com]

Hello! Jacob Maas pointed me in your direction. (And he also loaned me a book of yours; I finished Mélusine in a marathon read last night.)

At any rate, I will now closely monitor your journal for other signs of genius. =)