Max has been naughty recently: he jumped up on the counter to get at an empty container for lunchmeat. I was shocked to discover the container on the floor. I do not approve of Max being on the kitchen counter, and I have always thought that he never did it.
I think he might have used my kitchen stools to get up there, so I pushed them in tightly and put some stuff on them to keep him from using them. I also got out the sticker strips they sell to keep cats from scratching. They’re like giant, double-sided stickers that you can stick on the corner of the couch or on a bed or whatever. The stickiness confuses and dismays the cat, and it stops scratching whatever you stick it on. I only peeled off one side of the stickers and then laid them around the edges of the counter top.
When I got home, I saw my trap had sprung:
It had come from this area of the counter:
Max tried to act like nothing had happened, but I knew. And I think he knew I knew. And I knew he knew I knew. Bad Max.
How can you blame him for jumping up on the counter? Heck, I want to jump up on that counter – there’s Pepsi and sunshine, for cryin’ out loud! And is that a shiny cup where I can see my reflection?? It’s like heaven on that counter!
I think this is your fault, and you should make your countertops less great.
Max, we know that you know that you were a victim of entrapment. It will never hold up in court.
(Brad–did you set the trap again today?)
I did set the trap today, but I didn’t get out a new sticker, so that part of the counter top is less protected. I hope Max isn’t a very good strategist.
Apparently your Max and our Riley are in cahoots. Whenever we leave bags o’goodies on one of our kitchen counters, and Riley is stuck inside (like during the Week of Eternal Precipitation), he jumps onto the counter and wacks the bags onto the kitchen floor. Then he and Tucker tag team depending on who really wants the contents, I guess. By the time we get home, empty bags with multiple canine tooth marks can be found as far away as under the living room couch. That’s how $85-worth of Dasoquin (joint med “candy” for the dog) went ppfffttt in one sitting. Little criminal…let’s hope Max doesn’t go to the Dark Side like that!