My kids seem to think that they should be fed EVERY morning at 6AM, no matter what. Last Saturday Rocky and Angel kept jumping up on my bed, and Ruby was walking around yelling out "Now! Now!" so I got up and threw them all out of my bedroom. I closed the door, opened a window and turned on my box fan. The portable A/C was running in the other part of the house so I knew they would be all right.
When I woke up two hours later Rocky, Angel, and Ruby were sitting by the door trying to look innocent. They had knocked over a table, a chair, and turned off the portable A/C. Both closets were standing wide open, and some of the boxes were opened up and pushed over on their sides. Paper towels were mysteriously rolled down the stairs.
I'm guessing Angel was the ringleader, because she knows that if I hear something hit the floor I usually come out.
When I lived in a one bed room apartment and I closed my bedroom door Angel would go into the bathroom, jump up on the toilet seat lid, stretch out, and very daintily push at whatever bottles or jars were on the back of the toilet. The other two would sit there watching her, not that she needed much egging on. I put a stop to it by replacing the glass with plastic. That way, whatever she knocked over would bounce. She quickly learned that it didn't have the same effect.
Oh, and a spare package of toilet paper committed suicide, too--poor thing just tore itself to shreds.
I made them WAIT while I cleaned up. SLOWLY.
When I woke up two hours later Rocky, Angel, and Ruby were sitting by the door trying to look innocent. They had knocked over a table, a chair, and turned off the portable A/C. Both closets were standing wide open, and some of the boxes were opened up and pushed over on their sides. Paper towels were mysteriously rolled down the stairs.
I'm guessing Angel was the ringleader, because she knows that if I hear something hit the floor I usually come out.
When I lived in a one bed room apartment and I closed my bedroom door Angel would go into the bathroom, jump up on the toilet seat lid, stretch out, and very daintily push at whatever bottles or jars were on the back of the toilet. The other two would sit there watching her, not that she needed much egging on. I put a stop to it by replacing the glass with plastic. That way, whatever she knocked over would bounce. She quickly learned that it didn't have the same effect.
Oh, and a spare package of toilet paper committed suicide, too--poor thing just tore itself to shreds.
I made them WAIT while I cleaned up. SLOWLY.
