Jette Goldie wrote:
So there I was, making a cup of coffee for me and for
hubby and he pointed out that the sugar bowl was
empty.

So I handed him the sugar bag to fill it. He did so
and I continued pouring the coffee.

Not TWO SECONDS after he'd filled the bowl a black
and white streak hit the kitchen counter and before
either of us could blink there was a paw IN the sugar
bowl, digging.

Yes, digging.

So when you come to visit me, that's why my sugar bowl
has a lid.

Wonder what would the cat do if you bought sugar cubes? G

Jill