Ever wondered what your pet gets up to in the hours of solitude while you’re toiling away at work or breaking a sweat at sport? Thankfully Hollywood has rallied to provide us with some pretty humorous scenarios in their upcoming animation ‘The Secret Life of Pets’, and I personally cannot wait to sit back with a vat of popcorn and let my imagination soar. But what to do in the meantime? Well! Luckily my band of furry rascals have left behind some clues as to what mischief they’ve gotten up to when they thought they were alone…
I was living in a studio apartment, and my dog in cats clothing, Jinx also called it home. Each day I would leave for work, glancing behind me at ‘butter wouldn’t melt’ eyes staring innocently from my bed, before closing the door and going about my business.
Truth be told I don’t know what I thought he did while I was working, I guess I just assumed he paused, like the extras in a show once the main character has moved away. Apologies for all the TV/Movie references, I’m a bit obsessed!
However while we’re on the thread of TV shows, one day I was walking down the corridor to my door, and I heard voices! Finding myself in a scene right out of a horror movie, at the point the audience is screaming to “GO THE OTHER WAY!” farcically I decide to creep closer, ready to beat the intruder down with my lunch box! I cautiously open the door, peer in and find….
An empty house except for, MY CAT!
Jinx is sitting at the end of the bed in front of the TV, that’s on, volume turned up and all! Well with the danger gone I drop my lunchbox, Jinx now realising I’m home bolts for under the bed where I can’t get him. Completely stunned and with anger the furthest thing from my mind, I investigate this bizarre scene further. The TV is on, the volume is up, it’s on Channel 9 and the remote is on the bed!
Here’s the thing, obviously I had turned my TV off when I left that morning, the volume had been down so as not to wake my neighbours, I’m a Sunrise on 7 girl AND I had put the remote on the top of the bookshelf under the TV.
Flabbergasted I decided that the only explanations were; either a Spirit with a taste for drama was haunting me or my cat is a genius and loves reality TV as much as me, I chose to believe the latter!
THE DOG DID IT!
This story takes place in my first home, Harvey my lovable fluff-ball and Jinx the newly liberated cat had plenty of room for activities! Now when it comes to food Jinx is not a grazer, he’s a shoveler, at dinner time it’s just a blur of black fur! Not as young as he once was, Harvey had recently been put on a new diet to try and create less stress on his joints, help lessen the work load caused by his growing belly!
Fully aware they were both food oriented I would come home and find distinctive black dog teeth marks and scratches that traced straight back to a known black-cat burglar all over the bits of plastic littering the floor. Without the use of thumbs it seems my pets resorted to the use of teeth and claws to open their food bags… they succeeded.
Determined to outsmart them I employed containers, big solid containers! I started to notice the aforementioned scratch marks all over the containers lid but I wasn’t worried, no way my pets could figure out how to open the lid. Oh how ignorant I was! One day I returned home to a “Hansel and Gretel” trail leading straight to the laundry. Alas there was no Gingerbread House at the end of this trail, just a lid lying on the floor, centimetres from a tin of washing powder, that was pushed right up against the large dog food container. Inside the food container was a black cat sitting happily in an endless supply of crunchies and at the foot of the container a black dog happily gobbling up the scattered fruit of his labour. Harvey had somehow pushed the tin of washing powder the foot and a half necessary to be resting against the container. Being an old hand at popping of lids once he could reach it there wasn’t anything to stop him, except once open he couldn’t reach the food. Enter Jinx, agile and young, the leap into the container was nothing, he’d done it many times before. Now Jinx was in but how would Harvey share in the booty? Answer. Jinx would shovel it out to him so it was raining caviar, or rather Royal Canin.
While I can appreciate the astounding cooperation and ingenuity of my lovable pair demonstrated, lets be truthful the lengths they were able to go to were a little unsettling…
While I have many more tails, pardon the pun, of my pet’s daring adventures, I think the stories above are enough to highlight the fact that pets need to have something to do during the day just like us. Boredom is not exclusive to humans, to limit the amount of pet capers you walk in on make sure you have something to engage or entertain your pet. For some great ideas on how to keep your pet busy click here.
Have you sprung your pets in a compromising situation or walked in a bizarre scene? We’d love to hear about the escapades your pets get up to at home,