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Kevin and the Can
Kevin ... dear Kevin, he is one of my rescues from Hurricane Katrina. He looked like a little alien creature when I first got him, and he's still a little different than the other cats ... smarter.
Soon after he came to live here, I noticed that the pantry cabinets were being left open. I knew I wasn't doing it ... and I'm the only one with opposable thumbs in this house, so I suspected it was one of the cats.
Then I saw Kevin, in the pantry, running up and flinging himself against one of the pantry cabinet doors. When the door would bounce back ... just a little ... he'd get his paw in behind it ... and viola ... open door.
A bit later, I started noticing empty pop top cans of Fancy Feast cat food scattered around the kitchen and pantry. The cats were getting themselves snacks??
After that, I walked into the kitchen to find Kevin with his front foreleg pressing down on the back side of a can, while with his other paw he was moving the pop top tab into a raised position. Then, he took his claws and zipped the cover back. Hey, presto ... open can.
Now, I have gate locks on all of the pantry cabinets. I watch Kevin as he studies them ... I know he's working on a way to lift those locks so he can once again have access to his favorite hobby ... driving his poor human mother completely crazy.
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