My cat, Hobbes, is too smart for his own good! He proved it once again last week by outwitting two people with Master’s degrees.

In the cupboard under the sink in my office, I keep art supplies that I used to do projects with my nieces and my granddaughter when they were little. Among them were strings covered in fluffy white strands to wrap around wires to make halos.

The other day, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hobbes running out of the office with something white and fluffy in his mouth. Chasing after him, I caught up in the living room to find a completed halo and another the piece of fluff he’d taken from the cupboard. My husband had been watching Hobbes play with them, thinking it was some sort of new toy.

To prevent this from happening again, we bound the handles on the cupboard doors closed with a piece of heavy wire. We were convinced it was heavy enough to keep the cat out. We were wrong!

The next morning I found the wire, the halo, and the unused white fluff on the floor in front of the cupboard. I could almost hear Hobbes saying, “Nah, Nah, you can’t stop me!” The next day we installed heavier door closures that even our eight-pound genius couldn’t open.

Now Hobbes lays in front of the cupboard doors and cries the most pitiful cry you have ever heard. Sometimes I’m tempted to end his misery and open the cupboard doors for him, but that would mean he wins, and we have to prove to the world that we are smarter than a cat!

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