Does he look annoyed?
He has been such a little shit lately. The commado cuddling is cute; he still stomps up to me plops down on my lap even if there's a computer there, and forces his head under my hand until I comply and give him head skritches until he's tired of them. That could be 1 minute or 30, I never know.
Paw prints are just part of having cats. You learn to deal.
I don't have a problem with him being on the counters; I feed him up there to keep Max from scarfing his food down and then going for Buddah's. we have bleach for a reason.
I don't mind him getting up on top of the refrigerator, and then on top of the cupboards. He loves being up high, and who am I to deny his need to tower over me?
But the other night he jumped to the counter, and then to the fridge, and then stopped. Fine. He's not hurting anything up there. I sat here in the other room (kitchen right behind me, open concept sort of thing) watching TV with my laptop open as I surfed FARK and reddit.
From the kitchen: bang bang bang.
I didn't have to turn around to know what he was doing. The fridge is right next to the pantry, and he loves opening pantry and cupboard doors. Still, that's one thing he's not supposed to do, and he knows it. So without turning I said, "No, Buddah. You can't go in there."
Bang, bang, bang.
I turned around and he was looking right at me. "No. Stop doing that."
He reached over with his little paw. Bang, bang, bang.
"I said no." I started to get up, intending on pulling him down from the fridge, risking my flesh, because he's a biter when he's ticked off.
"No, no, no."
He stuck his paw under the edge of the pantry door, slid it in as far as he could, grabbed a box of Pop Tarts, and pulled them out...looking right at me as they fell to the floor.
THEN he jumped up to the top of the cupboards, with I WIN! plastered across his face.
Well. I couldn't let that pass. So I waggled my finger at him and said sternly, "Don't do that again."
Yeah. I'm sure he listened.