Something Squirrelly this Way Comes

The Cat, Priss, has some issues. Yall know she's pear shaped (aka overweight from the shoulders back). She's also rather squirrelly and childlike.

The roommate (Priss' mom) had left a bag of treats on the floor. Priss discovered them and began chewing on the bag. She'd gnaw on it for a bit and then walk away. Come back, gnaw some more, walk away.

She kept that up for over five minutes before she got her paws involved. She clamped onto the bag with her teeth and hoisted it in the air with her paws. Trying to shake it back and forth (think of big cats when they bite prey in the neck and shake to kill it) but she couldn't without assistant from her paws. She ends up tossing it by a newly recovered chair (it now has a skirt that goes to the floor).

She walks away again and is quiet for at least twenty minutes. Then I hear this rustling sound. I look up and see a white paw sneak out from underneath the chair-skirt and land on the bag. The paw proceeds to pull the treat bag underneath the chair.

Much rustling, chair moving (I'm thinking she was trying to get some leverage) and nail clicking ensues. I'm laughing way too hard to even think about getting the treats from her. My thought is, she's worked hard to get to those treats. If she gets the bag open, she's earned some.

Priss kept at it for quite some time. Moved the chair a couple inches. And caused my ribs to ache from laughing. Sadly she didn't make a hole big enough to get out an entire, intact, treat.

Although there were multiple holes that bits of treats could easily have fallen through. It makes me wonder about previous treat holding containers. Perhaps one day, when I'm bored and ambitious, I'll look around for Priss' treat container graveyard. See how old the carcasses are.