Gone fishin'

A couple nights ago, Lance and I were hanging out in the poker room reading and watching the fishtank. I heard a kitty on the stairs and what sounded like a bit of a struggle...Henry came into the room with a bag of peppermint patties. Chocolate is very bad for animals, so luckily the chocolate he chose to hunt was all wrapped, but still, naughty kitty! It was kinda funny though because in order for him to have gotten the candy bag he would have had to open the cupboard we keep it in. Sure enough, a trip back downstairs to check and the cupboard door was open.

Christmas Eve morning, we got up early to hit the road only to find Henry had gone fishing during the night. The betta was in quiet time outside the main tank recouping from a bit of ick and had been in his bowl for several days. The kitties had watched him, but mostly left him alone and the plan was to put him back in the main tank when we got back from Christmas travels. I say was because Henry ate him. Lance came in the poker room to find Fishie (betta) on the floor all chewed up and not much left of him. Poor fishie!! Lance disposed of him so I wouldn't have to see him, and Henry was sniffing all around the floor like, where'd my fish go?? That one was our fault, I should have realized with Henry's 'abilities', fishie was not safe in a non-lidded fish bowl.

At least all the other fish are doing well, they were safe inside the tank while we were gone and Henry couldn't get them. Lesson learned.

Assault on Christmas continues...

The gray one is, as Cartman would say, bad kitty kitty! He's repeatedly removed our stockings from the mantel and brought them upstairs to the poker room, so far he's taken down everyones' at least once and it seems to be a nightly thing now. He's dismantled my light display on the mantel more than a couple times. He's been caught with his kitty paw in the santa m&m boot also more than a couple times. That one is actually kinda funny, one day I kept hearing this strange noise and as I'd get close to tracking it down it would stop. Finally I came into the dining room just as the noise was happening - Henry turned to look at me as he was swishing a paw through my m&ms. There is no tree up yet for him to climb and tackle and we're actually still wondering if we want to chance it.

This doesn't count as a Christmas assault, but its a pretty good Henry-ism. So, I come home from work the other day and the light above the kitchen sink is on and I know for a fact I turned it off before I left that morning. I figure, huh, Lance must have come home during lunch or something, weird. Later that same night, he and I are standing in the kitchen talking, Henry is wandering around the sink hoping we'll turn the water on for him to play in and suddenly the sink light goes on! I look, and Henry has got the string in his paw....he turned the freaking light on!

It seems that most of my blog posts are about Henry...I may have unknowingly found my blog subject! I thought I would just randomly ramble, but Henry does so many freaky things he is just that blog-worthy.