Monday, April 3, 2017

The Trashcan Saga - Season Finale

Greetings, My Loyal Subjects!

It is I, Queen Trixie, here again.

I know you have all been eagerly awaiting the next episode in the continuing saga of Mummy's hopeless War with Us over the Sanctity of the Trash-can, and I am sorry to say it has not been going well (for Us, that is).

A few days after We posted Our Last Update on this Impawtant Matter, Mummy called in her Jack-of-all-Trades Handyman and they put their heads together to plot Our Undoing!



You would have thought Mummy had quite enough to do, what with her Bible Field Trip, and her concert last Saturday evening with her Caterwauling Club, not to mention her own Mewsical Recital the week before, but no! She still found time to plot against Us and spoil all our Fun.

The Handyman, whose name, by the way, is Arye (meaning "Lion") said We were a Gang of Criminals! Imagine that, kitties! You would expect more Sympathy from someone named after one of the Great Cats, wouldn't you?
Anyway, he was here for a couple of hours and, although We were shut away in the Bedroom, We could hear him hammering away and working on the door to the cupboard under the sink where the Safe Trash-can is kept.
When he had gone, Mummy let Us out and We saw that all the sticky tape and the chairs in front of the kitchen unit had been removed. So We thought to Ourselves: "Aha! Mummy has given up!"

We waited furry patiently for the next time Mummy went out, and We were extra specially good and angelic, so that She wouldn't suspect that We had not given up.

Look! See how good We were! We even snuggled up and snoozed together, knowing how happy that would make her, so that She would be thinking about that all the time She was out, instead of imagining We were up to any Mischief!



Of course, that all ended as soon as She left the house.  Before you could say "Catnip", We were gathered around the door of the cupboard in front of the sink, and Caspurr (being the strongest) went to work. He lay down on his back in front of the cupboard door and tugged and tugged away - to no avail. Shimshi pulled at the bottom drawer but, although he managed to get it open, the cupboard door remained closed.

I was not about to try, and risk breaking one of my beautiful long claws. If Caspurr and Shimshi couldn't get the door open with their combined efforts, I could not possibly be expected to do so. Like Remington Steele, I function best in an advisory capacity (mol).

When Mummy came home, She saw that the cupboard was still shut and She even opened it, to make sure We had not been at the Trash-can and closed the door afterwards, to fool her. And that's when We saw what She had done!


Kitties! Arye had put magnets at the bottom of the door!
Not furry big magnets, it is true, and I think - no, I am pawsitive - that if that had been all, given time, We would have managed to deal with them. But that was not all, kitties!
Arye had also fixed a kind of twisty screw at the top of the door, to hold it shut. It's quite stiff and not so easy to turn, even for Mummy with her Opposable Thumbs. Obviously We haven't a Chance!

So there you have it, Anipals. We are having to admit Defeat - for the time being, at least. We are going to have to find somewhere else to break into, as some of Our Furriends have suggested.

I do seem to remember Mummy bragging to telling Step-Grandma how her furry furrst kitty, Minxie, who now lives at the Bridge, used to open the refrigerator door.


Hmmmm.


I wonder.....

8 comments:

Caren Gittleman said...

If anyone can figure out how to get around those magnets I am confident all of you will do it! catchatwithcarenandcody

Kate said...

I know you will come up with something somewhere.

da tabbies o trout towne said...

guyz.....all hope iz knot lost......trust uz on thiz one

all ewe knead iz de handee toolz......hammer & saw ☺☺♥♥

hope yur mum hada awesum time on de feeld trip N at de concert !

Deziz World said...

Magnets huh? Well those should be no match fur ya'll. As fur da twisty screw, a good pull should dislodge it. But raena will tell you, da fridge is most definitely da better option. She tried da trash thing but mommy was always hollerin', "we're not white trash". We're not beggars." We don't dig thru trash cans." So Raena opted fur da fridge oo. Lo and behold da wonders you can find in there. MOL Big hugs fur all.

Luv ya'

Dezi and Raena

The Island Cats said...

Something tells us that you smart kitties will figure out those magnets. :)

pilch92 15andmeowing said...

You all look so cute and innocent on the bed together. Sorry they spoiled your fun, I bet you can find another way in.

Henry said...

Awesome read! Keep up the great posts :) Henry

Maggie from Stillness at Cherith said...

Clever felines! Just wait, and plot, and lull your Mom into a false sense of security that everything is O.K.
Heehee
Admiring purrs,
Winston and Emily