If anything goes bump in the night at my parents' house, there is a good chance at least one kitty is involved. Such was the case one afternoon when things repeatedly went bump in my wardrobe. I opened it on at least three separate occasions and found three different perpetrators: Tuxedo, Colby, and Chantico. I am sure the other two cats not pictured were involved, too, but I have no photographic evidence just yet.
The main problem I have with cats is that they learn from each other. My cats stayed out of the wardrobe until they saw Tux go in there. Colby did not mess with plants until he saw Cheddar nibbling on them. At this point, Colby nibbles the plants more to irritate me than anything else. He has this mischievous gleam in his eyes whenever he does it. "Look what I am doing! Hee hee hee!"
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