Just Call Him Oscar...(sans "the Grouch")
He LOVES getting into trash cans, and in fact, he truly believes that any trash can was made for his enjoyment. Turning it over and spilling the contents is highly entertaining! Note he's having a little trouble here?
And so instead of hanging over the edge, he leaps INTO it head first from his perch (which you can just see in the background, along with a scrap of paper he fished out)
Have to admit that I finally got smart and put two heavy old dictionaries in the bottom of the sewing room trash can - which is why he can land IN the trash and not knock it over.
The best thing, of course, is pulling scraps and tissues and tape and whatever else he finds in there, out onto the floor - these are his treasures! (Hmm..just realized I'm describing a lot of Dumpster Divers out there, eh?)
After I'd corrected him a dozen times, he went in search of other amusements, as I was sewing this afternoon...the ironing board leg makes for excellent bunny kicks!
And when all else fails, he attempts to get my attention this way - belly up for a good rubbing...
I did manage to finish a bag this afternoon, in spite of his antics. I'll try to show you that in the near future!
(((hugs)))
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I think the only solution is... leave treats for him in his little Dumpster! (Why, yes, he did pay me to say that!)
He reminds me of Moki & his antics but I never had the smarts to put something heavy in the bottom of the can! (duh) Boomer & Max are fairly well behaved other than Max chewing up any piece of paper left on the floor. If I were still in school, I could honestly say that the cat ate my homework.. {{{HUGS}}}
My little trash bag thief is just as annoying (and adorable). I got tired of trying to get him to change his ways. Just like you, I remembered that there is no reasoning with a cat.
I opted for round, covered cans. He can't jump into the can or pull anything out.
What great pictures! He seems very happy with his self-made toys - not unlike kids with boxes come Christmas morning :)
It is very funny - and very familiar! I empty the spinning room wastebasket quite frequently to avoid having the bits and pieces of fluff strewn over the floor.
He is lucky he is so cute!
You might just convince me that I need a house kitty (and a Meezer one at that!) again. My barn kitty was a wild baby, rescued by dear youngest son, and is now 11 years old. Some kind of record for a barn cat, but making me a wee bit nervous.
Awwwwh he's gotten so big and beautiful in such a short time...all that love of course! :)
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