today Meatball abruptly realized that there are refugee office plants in the kitchen (they have been there for weeks) and has decided his singular purpose in life is to eat them
we put up a 4 foot tall step-through baby gate when we brought the plants home, but it turns out he can actually squeeze his body through the bars. not in a dignified way, mind you. but he can
we have foiled him with a two-gate system: a short one with small openings that he can’t squeeze through, and the tall one that he can’t jump over. he is now sitting outside our kitchen door rattling the gates with his stupid little mitten hands like an animated ghost prisoner in a Spirit Halloween decoration
update: we underestimated him
why are your doors closed to the public
is this the same Meatball with the Hanukkah sweater????
it sure is
you may also know him as the Meatball who tried to jump into my toilet and the violent sweatervest-wearing accountant cat
tiny accountant harasses human, eats plants
i mean he has to find some way to unwind from his high-pressure job
update:
So how do you guys… get in there anymore?
well my original game plan was opening the white gate and kind of shoving my body through the gap between the wood gate and the grey gate and i am excited to announce that this was not a good idea at all
update: was woken up at 7 AM this morning by Meatball repeatedly taking a running leap at the gates, bouncing off the top one, and then sitting on the floor outside the kitchen beeping confusedly
HOW
this is our current game plan. stay tuned