Well, after the past adventures of McLaren and Laser managing to climb onto the shelves and opening food and treat packets and eating themselves silly, I moved all edible pieces into the cupboard. I thought this was a safe idea, as it is relatively high up (waist height) and has a door on the front.
I WAS WRONG.
They have figured out that if they hit and scratch at the doors long enough, they will open a little and using their claws they can finally get inside. So, everything ‘spare’ or ‘chewable’ has been moved to the spare bedroom for now, until I find a suitable lock to attach to the cupboard.
Desperate measures came into effect last night, however. I was just about to turn out the lights and go to sleep when McLaren hopped up on my bed and dropped something by my side to instigate a game of fetch. He’d been rolling something around on the floor for a while and I assumed it was a pen.
I WAS WRONG.
He’d clearly been back in the cupboard and searching it for all his worth, as when I picked up the object to throw for him, I found a STANLEY KNIFE in my hand. I didn’t even know I owned a stanley knife! Where had it come from?!
Of course the cupboard door was opened and the craft supplies inside were somewhat jumbled. The stanley knife is now taking a vacation in the spare bedroom.
In the mean time…