>the basement of my building putting my clothes in the dryer, my oldest,
>Hobbes, jumped up on the dining room table and walked over to the window
>sill.  He then walked along the window sill, and knocked off a small plant
 
Don't you find it just incredible how ferts *know* things sometimes?  My
little guy is the same way.  Gypsy knows exactly when I've left the
apartment (to throw clothes in the dryer) and sees his opportunity to do all
the things he knows he's not supposed to do (jumping up on the dining table
is a big no-no).
 
I remember once incident when I had to run downstairs to throw some clothes
in the dryer (this is the only time I leave Gyp unattended and NOT in his
room).  I had forgotten that I had left a partial plate full of mom's
leftovers (stuffed green peppers and dumpling ...  my fave) on the table
along with a glass of milk.  The minute I walked back into the apartment,
the worst had come true (I should have known it would).
 
There was little Gypsy, on the floor, his fur DRENCHED in pepper sauce (a
thick, red sauce, nevertheless), licking himself furiously trying to lap it
all off of him.  The plate was lying upside down on the (white) carpet next
to him, with spilled milk dripping from either side of the table.
 
I could only stand there and laugh. You gotta love 'em.
 
Regards,
Dan Herold
Toronto, ON
[Posted in FML issue 1550]