We used to be able to leave stuff on the stove/counter and the cats would never touch it. Even if we accidentally left something out overnight, it would not be touched. EVER.
Until now.
Until Boots.
That damn cat is always on the counter and will eat/taste/try ANYTHING. The butter must now always be covered or in the cabinet. I even saw her eat a piece of bread crust the other day. She merely knocked off a coffee bean and started playing. This past weekend Tom made me bacon and pancakes (when you’re sick, you eat whatever sounds good) and left the bacon grease in the pan—as usual. The next morning, there was a little 1″ spot licked clean. ARGH!!!!!
EDITED TO ADD THE FOLLOWING PHOTOS FROM AFTER TONIGHT’S DINNER:
