Memories: Persia and the Fancy Feast
 

Back when Persia first came to live with me (2001) I'd only give her a
can of Fancy Feast (FF) as a treat on Sundays. Don't ask me what my
rationale for that was... probably just my wallet. Heh.

I kept the FF on the second shelf of the pantry in the kitchen. The
shelves were offset to the side and that shelf was pretty high up.
There was also a large kitchen wastebasket right inside the pantry door.

One *Saturday* she decided she wanted some FF. She managed to open the
door to the pantry. She maneuvered around the wastebasket and stretched
up to the second shelf. Now, the FF was sitting right next to an
identical size can of chopped green chili peppers. But she selected a
can of FF, knocked it off the shelf and scooted it to the middle of the
kitchen floor. Then she sat down... and waited.

When I walked into the kitchen I burst out laughing! You little goof!
Of course she got some FF just for being so precocious. :-D

Jill

Memories: Persia and the Fancy Feast
 

jmcquown wrote:

When I walked into the kitchen I burst out laughing! You little goof!
Of course she got some FF just for being so precocious. :-D


That was one smart kitty :-) I would definitely also have had to give
her some of what she worked so hard to get!

Deb.

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"He looked a fierce and quarrelsome cat, but claw he never would;
He only bit the ones he loved, because they tasted good." S. Greenfield

Memories: Persia and the Fancy Feast
 

On Sat, 09 Aug 2014 20:01:11 -0400, jmcquown wrote:
When I walked into the kitchen I burst out laughing! You little goof!
Of course she got some FF just for being so precocious. :-D

Hoomins are so dumb compared to kitties. They can only manage to find the
gooshy food can one day out of seven!

Memories: Persia and the Fancy Feast
 

On Saturday, August 9, 2014 8:01:11 PM UTC-4, jmcquown wrote:
Back when Persia first came to live with me (2001) I'd only give her a

can of Fancy Feast (FF) as a treat on Sundays. Don't ask me what my

rationale for that was... probably just my wallet. Heh.



I kept the FF on the second shelf of the pantry in the kitchen. The

shelves were offset to the side and that shelf was pretty high up.

There was also a large kitchen wastebasket right inside the pantry door.



One *Saturday* she decided she wanted some FF. She managed to open the

door to the pantry. She maneuvered around the wastebasket and stretched

up to the second shelf. Now, the FF was sitting right next to an

identical size can of chopped green chili peppers. But she selected a

can of FF, knocked it off the shelf and scooted it to the middle of the

kitchen floor. Then she sat down... and waited.



When I walked into the kitchen I burst out laughing! You little goof!

Of course she got some FF just for being so precocious. :-D



Jill

Smart Persia!!!!!!

Memories: Persia and the Fancy Feast
 

On 8/10/2014 8:22 AM, Takayuki wrote:
On Sat, 09 Aug 2014 20:01:11 -0400, jmcquown wrote:
When I walked into the kitchen I burst out laughing! You little goof!
Of course she got some FF just for being so precocious. :-D

Hoomins are so dumb compared to kitties. They can only manage to find the
gooshy food can one day out of seven!

We certainly are stupid. ;) She knew where it was all the time!

Jill

Memories: Persia and the Fancy Feast
 

On 8/10/2014 10:17 AM, Judith Latham wrote:
In article ,
jmcquown wrote:
Back when Persia first came to live with me (2001) I'd only give her a
can of Fancy Feast (FF) as a treat on Sundays. Don't ask me what my
rationale for that was... probably just my wallet. Heh.

I kept the FF on the second shelf of the pantry in the kitchen. The
shelves were offset to the side and that shelf was pretty high up.
There was also a large kitchen wastebasket right inside the pantry door.

One *Saturday* she decided she wanted some FF. She managed to open the
door to the pantry. She maneuvered around the wastebasket and stretched
up to the second shelf. Now, the FF was sitting right next to an
identical size can of chopped green chili peppers. But she selected a
can of FF, knocked it off the shelf and scooted it to the middle of the
kitchen floor. Then she sat down... and waited.

When I walked into the kitchen I burst out laughing! You little goof!
Of course she got some FF just for being so precocious. :-D

Jill

Persia was a very clever cat, to not only knock the right can off the
shelf but to put it where you wouldn't miss seeing it.

Clever girl.

Judith

It proved to me her sense of smell was pretty darn good. I'm sure she
wasn't reading the labels on the cans. At least, I don't *think* she
was... hmmmmm. ;)

Jill

Memories: Persia and the Fancy Feast
 

On Sat, 09 Aug 2014 20:01:11 -0400, jmcquown
wrote:

Back when Persia first came to live with me (2001) I'd only give her a
can of Fancy Feast (FF) as a treat on Sundays. Don't ask me what my
rationale for that was... probably just my wallet. Heh.

I kept the FF on the second shelf of the pantry in the kitchen. The
shelves were offset to the side and that shelf was pretty high up.
There was also a large kitchen wastebasket right inside the pantry door.

One *Saturday* she decided she wanted some FF. She managed to open the
door to the pantry. She maneuvered around the wastebasket and stretched
up to the second shelf. Now, the FF was sitting right next to an
identical size can of chopped green chili peppers. But she selected a
can of FF, knocked it off the shelf and scooted it to the middle of the
kitchen floor. Then she sat down... and waited.

When I walked into the kitchen I burst out laughing! You little goof!
Of course she got some FF just for being so precocious. :-D

Jill

It's good that they don't have opposable thumbs.

Memories: Persia and the Fancy Feast
 

On 8/12/2014 9:19 AM, dgk wrote:
On Sat, 09 Aug 2014 20:01:11 -0400, jmcquown
wrote:

Back when Persia first came to live with me (2001) I'd only give her a
can of Fancy Feast (FF) as a treat on Sundays. Don't ask me what my
rationale for that was... probably just my wallet. Heh.

I kept the FF on the second shelf of the pantry in the kitchen. The
shelves were offset to the side and that shelf was pretty high up.
There was also a large kitchen wastebasket right inside the pantry door.

One *Saturday* she decided she wanted some FF. She managed to open the
door to the pantry. She maneuvered around the wastebasket and stretched
up to the second shelf. Now, the FF was sitting right next to an
identical size can of chopped green chili peppers. But she selected a
can of FF, knocked it off the shelf and scooted it to the middle of the
kitchen floor. Then she sat down... and waited.

When I walked into the kitchen I burst out laughing! You little goof!
Of course she got some FF just for being so precocious. :-D

Jill

It's good that they don't have opposable thumbs.

Isn't it, though? Still, if she'd been able to open it herself it would
have deprived me of the laughter. ;)

Jill

Memories: Persia and the Fancy Feast
 

On Tue, 12 Aug 2014 10:18:41 -0400, jmcquown
wrote:

On 8/12/2014 9:19 AM, dgk wrote:
On Sat, 09 Aug 2014 20:01:11 -0400, jmcquown
wrote:

Back when Persia first came to live with me (2001) I'd only give her a
can of Fancy Feast (FF) as a treat on Sundays. Don't ask me what my
rationale for that was... probably just my wallet. Heh.

I kept the FF on the second shelf of the pantry in the kitchen. The
shelves were offset to the side and that shelf was pretty high up.
There was also a large kitchen wastebasket right inside the pantry door.

One *Saturday* she decided she wanted some FF. She managed to open the
door to the pantry. She maneuvered around the wastebasket and stretched
up to the second shelf. Now, the FF was sitting right next to an
identical size can of chopped green chili peppers. But she selected a
can of FF, knocked it off the shelf and scooted it to the middle of the
kitchen floor. Then she sat down... and waited.

When I walked into the kitchen I burst out laughing! You little goof!
Of course she got some FF just for being so precocious. :-D

Jill

It's good that they don't have opposable thumbs.

Isn't it, though? Still, if she'd been able to open it herself it would
have deprived me of the laughter. ;)

Jill

I don't know, I'd be laughing awfully hard. And then let's see her
pick a lock.