Heidi, one of my kitties, loves bread. I can’t leave bread lying around, because it will disappear. When I’m done making a sandwich, I have to put the loaf of bread in the pantry right away, so she can’t get to it.
One day I was at my computer. (Like most days of course – hehe.) I heard a little rustling in the kitchen. I remembered that I left the bread on the counter after putting up the groceries. I knew what was going on; she was gnawing a hole in the corner of the bag to get to the bread.
I got up from my chair, heading for the kitchen and she heard me. She wanted that bread and knew her window of opportunity was closing! She had to think quickly.
I heard a thud and I knew the bread had hit the floor. This was a full loaf and I was amazed she could drag it to the floor! This is one smart kitty and she knew that once I reached the kitchen, all I had to do is pick it up off the floor and take it away from her. I swear I could hear her little brain ticking with plans!
I am not kidding – she grabbed the end of the loaf and took off with it! Just as I turned around the counter to the kitchen, this loaf of bread zoomed past me and into my bedroom! Geeze this is one determined cat!
I headed to the bedroom and heard a thump. Heidi made it under the bed, but the bread did not. It was too big to go under! The bread bag was shaking, as she frantically tugged and pulled on the other end. She was determined to get that loaf of bread under the bed, one way or another! Unfortunately for her, it didn’t happen. I bent over and picked it up, examined the damage and repackaged the portion that was still OK. I put it away in the pantry.
But, there was my disappointed little Heidi. She wouldn’t come out from under the bed, and I could just feel her sulking under the bed. She did all that work and had no bread. I have a soft heart for my little furry babies, so, I gave her the pieces of bread she had mauled during the Great Bread Heist. She was a happy kitty.