That Darn Cat (Part 2)

A couple of days ago, one of our cats ripped a hole in a plastic bread bag, then helped himself to some of the bread.

I was convinced it was Jackson who did it.   He's the one who lost quite a bit of weight through diet and exercise last year.  The lifestyle changes weren't HIS idea, though, and he's always sniffing around under the kitchen table and in the food preparation area looking for edible bits.  We also catch him in the act of jumping off the counter when we come into the room.  Sometimes he's joined by his brother Pepper, but it seems like Pepper's more about the novelty of finding things than actually filling his stomach.

After dinner on Friday Hubby Tony and I left the house for a Costco run.   I put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, but left the small pile of plastic bags that had accumulated from a day's worth of lunches and snacks on the counter to wash out later.  We ended up making a couple of other stops, and it was close to two hours later when we got home.  When I put my coat away I sensed something out of place on the stairs next to the hall closet.   I flipped on the light and was horrified to see Pepper scrunched up on the bottom step with a quart-sized zip lock bag on his head!

I'm guessing he jumped up on the counter to explore, put his head in the bag to check out something that smelled good, and then couldn't get it off.   I have no idea how long he'd been wearing his accessory.  Fortunately, there was enough room on the sides of the bag that air could get in.  I took the bag off Pepper's head.  He was quite traumatized, and slunk quickly upstairs.  We checked on him regularly, but there didn't seem to be any physical damage.  His skittishness lasted until it was time to go to bed, then he curled up in his regular spot down by Tony's feet.

I hope that Pepper has learned his lesson, but only time will tell.