I've mentioned before how the humans have an odd tendency to remove us from the kitchen counter tops. It's frustrating, because they put so many interesting things there. We're cats, we're supposed to explore and examine everything new that comes into the house, and that includes new things that the humans make.
They have some clever tricks, I have to admit. A whole load of different things go into a black thing at the end of the countertop and it makes noises for quite some time.
It gets hot, too. I've checked, when nobody else is watching. I leave it alone now.
But I find it intriguing, because nice smells come out of it, then eventually it makes a bleeping noise... and, like magic, a loaf of bread is inside. I love bread, but unfortunately we don't get given any. We have to make do with crumbs on the counter top after they've cut it up.
That's just one example of how ridiculous it is that we're not permitted on the work surfaces when the humans are around. Do they really think they can stop us when they're not looking? Sometimes I sigh inwardly at their lack of imagination.
But I digress.
A couple of days ago, the female human was doing something in the kitchen that smelled very good. It wasn't bread; she called it fish. She was putting things on it, and turning it around.. no way could I avoid jumping up to investigate.
But she put me back on the floor.
Repeatedly.
She started to sound quite frustrated and I nearly gave up. I don't want to upset the humans, after all. I just want to find out what's going on, and - if possible - have a taste of things that smell good. Maybe more than a taste. Why should we be limited to food we're given in our dishes?
I could tell I wasn't getting anywhere with my attempts to wear her down. The problem was that if I stayed on the floor, or left the room, she would think she had won. How humiliating. It's not as if I'm a small kitten any more. We don't want humans to think they're in charge.
Then I had a brilliant idea. Humans, I remembered, are remarkably bad at jumping. They're not particularly good at climbing, either. If they want to reach something high, they find a chair to stand on, or even a ladder.
So I jumped up, via a bookcase and the fridge, to the top of the kitchen cupboards:
They have some clever tricks, I have to admit. A whole load of different things go into a black thing at the end of the countertop and it makes noises for quite some time.
It gets hot, too. I've checked, when nobody else is watching. I leave it alone now.
But I find it intriguing, because nice smells come out of it, then eventually it makes a bleeping noise... and, like magic, a loaf of bread is inside. I love bread, but unfortunately we don't get given any. We have to make do with crumbs on the counter top after they've cut it up.
That's just one example of how ridiculous it is that we're not permitted on the work surfaces when the humans are around. Do they really think they can stop us when they're not looking? Sometimes I sigh inwardly at their lack of imagination.
But I digress.
A couple of days ago, the female human was doing something in the kitchen that smelled very good. It wasn't bread; she called it fish. She was putting things on it, and turning it around.. no way could I avoid jumping up to investigate.
But she put me back on the floor.
Repeatedly.
She started to sound quite frustrated and I nearly gave up. I don't want to upset the humans, after all. I just want to find out what's going on, and - if possible - have a taste of things that smell good. Maybe more than a taste. Why should we be limited to food we're given in our dishes?
I could tell I wasn't getting anywhere with my attempts to wear her down. The problem was that if I stayed on the floor, or left the room, she would think she had won. How humiliating. It's not as if I'm a small kitten any more. We don't want humans to think they're in charge.
Then I had a brilliant idea. Humans, I remembered, are remarkably bad at jumping. They're not particularly good at climbing, either. If they want to reach something high, they find a chair to stand on, or even a ladder.
So I jumped up, via a bookcase and the fridge, to the top of the kitchen cupboards:
It was a cunning plan. It let the human know I was not to be intimidated, and reminded her that I could reach higher places than she could. She would have to go and find the ladder to get me down - and while she was gone, I planned to investigate the counter top thoroughly.
She did pop out of the room but before I had a chance to jump down, she returned. Not with a ladder, but with her camera.
She made no attempt to get me down. She just smiled.
I strode up and down on the cupboards for a while to remind her that I was there and that she was not the boss. I knew I had won.
But it was a bit of a hollow victory, as I gradually realised. There was nothing interesting on the top of the cupboards. I couldn't reach down to the counter top, and the human ignored me.
So I climbed down again, when she wasn't looking.
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