So. I have cats. So. I have cats that have now begun busting into my kitchen cabinets every chance they get, primarily at night when I'm unconscious. Last night, I had just gotten to sleep when BANG! I was awoken by a racket downstairs. It didn't sound like the usual clatter of spice bottles being tossed onto the floor. I got up. I found Roy had pried his way into the cabinet where I store my flour, sugar, etc. He or one of his cohorts had jumped up to the top shelf, knocked down a tub of fondant I have and a bottle of apple cider vinegar ... which didn't shatter, but the cap did. My house smells like a pickle factory. >.< They also got into a bag of flour I had just purchased, managing to nom a wide hole into the back, helping themselves to the flour. Carbo-loading for more shenanigans.
I have ordered baby locks, hoping that will solve this issue. I'd rather they just not be on the counters at ALL, but that battle's already lost.
Then, at three AM, I hear, "Herppppp, splat!" in my bedroom. Roy found another pom! What the... where are these things coming frommmmmmmm?
It was not a good cat night in my house. I have decided it best for everyone to keep the kitchen door shut when I'm not around, or even when I am, as the first thing Roy did was make a beeline for that cupboard tonight.
Calgon, take me away.