BAD KITTY!

Having kittens. They're like kids--you never know what you're gonna get, personality-wise.

Well, Violet, is of course, VERY active, and very kittenish. Lately, even with stitches in her belly, she has been leaping and jumping and being generally crazy. Lovely.

Last week, I came home to find the upper kitchen cupboard open, and a chewed open baggie of treats on the floor of the living room. We've already experienced her obsession with the treats--bringing in a grocery bag with the foil pouch inside, and foolishly leaving it unattended is enough to cause her to go apeshit crazy in a plastic grocery bag. And tear, claw, and bite her way into the foil package.

Nothing is safe, anywhere--even top of the fridge is not Violet proof. She gets there, and rips down half of the stuff on the sides while she's at it.

Anyway, I wasn't going to totally blame her right away. I picked up everything and closed the cupboard. Then, while at the computer desk, I hear a noise--a sneaky, kittenish sort of noise. She's on the counter, popping the cupboard door. By the time I get there, she's gotten it open, and is inside, trying to get into the Chips Ahoy! cookies.

BAD KITTY!

Thursday, she was in that cupboard no less than 3 times in 2 hours. We came home after being gone for an hour, and discovered a kitchen that looked like starving raccoons had been at it--and no treats. Worried that she ate the plastic baggie, we begin searching. The Toad shows up to tell us HE had already cleaned it up once--and with the smartest idea he's hall all century, he put the baggie of treats in the truly kitten proof bread box.

That makes two places we know to be Violet proof: inside the bread box, and inside the oven.