Kyla has gained sainthood



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How does he do it? Despite the harness with numerous bells attached, Pumpkin continues to be the stealth kitty.


And today, due to his actions, Kyla will soon be canonized--of this I have no doubt. I was IN THE KITCHEN, on the phone and somehow Mr. Stealth got up on the counter, grabbed a stuffed, breaded, boneless skinless (RAW!) chicken breast and retreated with it to his hiding place.

I was totally unaware until I turned around, looked on the counter, and found only one chicken breast where just moments ago there had been two.

We need Kevlar in the kitchen

Does anyone make sandwich bags lined with Kevlar? Dad reached on the top shelf of the pantry to get his English muffins, and found that the baggie of "tooth chewies" was riddled with holes and chewies were/are all over the shelf. That can mean only one thing--that Pumpkin managed to get on the TOP SHELF of the pantry and tear into the bag.


I'd love to see how he did it.

He's probably concerned about our diet

I have planned a "comfort food" meal for this evening--home made macaroni and cheese.


I set the bag of dry macaroni on the counter. Silly me! Pumpkin grabbed it with his teeth and ran away with it, as fast as he could, into his "cube". It took only seconds for him to totally destroy the bag and have macaroni scattered all within his hide-away.


..........what else can I cook for dinner?


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Ten minutes later -- I thought once he had nabbed the dry macaroni our dinner would be safe. Now he's chewing on a sack of frozen green beans.


Is nothing sacred?

Fluffy paws

I heard a LOUD racket upstairs a few minutes ago. Apparently, Pumpkin followed me into my bedroom when I went up to turn on the electric blanket. I didn't know he was in there, and closed the door.


When we heard all the crashing about, I went up to investigate. There was Pumpkin. He had wet paws--apparently he had been in the shower. AND he was sitting on top of the armoire--which probably hasn't been dusted for EVER. (I'm only 5 feet tall--if I can't see it, it doesn't exist).

The combination of wet paws on years of dust gave him dust-bunny feet.

It's time to dust.



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Kyla wins a gold star (by default)

Pumpkin was running around downstairs. He disappeared for just a few minutes--maybe 5 at most. I found him in the pantry. He had destroyed two packages of (what else) pumpkin-flavored Pop Tarts.


I told Kyla the bar has now been set so low, the only thing she can do to be the "bad kitty" is to kill one of us in our sleep

Pumpkin strikes again

Ever since we became a household with a cat, we have used the top of the kitchen queen as a "safe place" for things we want to keep out of reach--for example, a rack of cookies cooling, or a loaf of french bread from the bakery.

No longer.

I have unconfirmed reports that Pumpkin sprouts wings and can fly. I enter the kitchen and find the loaf of bread on the floor, sack ripped, and the bread is.......well, it's everywhere. How could one loaf of bread go so very far? Makes me wonder if Pumpkin was present when Jesus fed the 5,000.

What's for dessert?

Why oh why do I ever turn my back on him? You'd think I would learn my now. I just caught him on the counter eating the pumpkin tiramisu filling out of the mixing bowl.


But wait, there's more. I just took another look at him--he has whipped cream and mascapone in his ear!

We have a new game to play

It's called "where's the kitty"?

Today it was much too easy. I had left a bag of raw chicken thawing on the countertop. Yup, you guessed it. He's in there, head first!