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