Ellemental

It started when the bad cat was still a kitten. He NEEDED to get into the cupboards. Would not give up until he got the door open and got his little body up close to the pots and pans beside the stove, or the bottle of Windex under the sink. It wasn’t long before we realized that the only solution was child-proof latches. It was right around this time, too, that we had to put tension rods up at all of the sliding closet doors, or the cats would spend hours (in the middle of the night…ALWAYS in the middle of the night) opening and closing those doors.
Everything was ok for awhile (except that the cat could still get the door open an inch or so before the latch caught, then let the door SLAM back shut). Then he discovered that, hey! the bathroom has cupboards too! And there are QTips inside!

Since the child-proof locks wouldn’t work on those doors, the VIM put a rubberband around the two knobs. Again, the cat had to satisfy his bad self by getting the door open an inch or so, then slamming it back shut at 3am. That solution was great until the rubberband disappeared. We found it a few days later at the end of it’s journey in the litterbox.

So out came the bungee cords. “Try to get into the cupboards NOW, you little shit,” the VIM challenged.

4:30am this morning – familiar sound of cabinet door slamming and something being batted across the floor. Apparently he took the challenge to heart and has moved onto standing on the counter and getting into the higher cabinets. This morning he found the Halloween candy.

“How do you like THAT, Mr. Try to get into the cupboard NOW, you little shit?” he seemed to be saying. I swear, if that cat had a middle finger he would have flipped us off.