Da Pussy likes Da Bone
Mar. 16th, 2002 05:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebitterguySo, we had wings with pizza last night. We generally leave the pizza for 'leftover consumption". The WIngs, however, we consume with a voraciousness usually left reserved for Piranhas and Masters of Industry.
Anyway. End of the night, we wrap up the bones and toss them away.
Now, normally, we can count on Minou knowing they're there and trying to eat them. We figured that wrapping them up tight in foil and putting the foil wrapped package into the trash in a plastic bag would keep her out.
Christ, you'd think we were stupid or something.
So, about 3 am, there's the standard crash from upstairs. I didn't hear a thing, but the missus did. So she goes upstairs to investigate, and sure enough, Little Minou has dug her way into the garbage, through the garbage bag, through the Sobey's bag, and into the foil, and must promptly be chased through the house with a wingbone in her mouth.
Damn cats.
Anyway. End of the night, we wrap up the bones and toss them away.
Now, normally, we can count on Minou knowing they're there and trying to eat them. We figured that wrapping them up tight in foil and putting the foil wrapped package into the trash in a plastic bag would keep her out.
Christ, you'd think we were stupid or something.
So, about 3 am, there's the standard crash from upstairs. I didn't hear a thing, but the missus did. So she goes upstairs to investigate, and sure enough, Little Minou has dug her way into the garbage, through the garbage bag, through the Sobey's bag, and into the foil, and must promptly be chased through the house with a wingbone in her mouth.
Damn cats.
