The story of 4 drumsticks...

Wellyboots6

Well Tyson just ate my Cheerios

lostinrates

We used to have a microwave till we noticed its sole function was defrosting tripe for the dogs in cold weather when it was not thawing itself, and storing meat that we did not want them to eat. Itwas always being cleaned because of the utter honk of green tripe so we have got more organised about defrosting meat, feed dried food at times of difficulty (e.g. This summer we have the builders in and are in a temporary kitchen, the dogs are haviong dried food) and we now put thawing meat for us in the cooker.

Raw meat theft here is inevitable otherwise, with raw fed cats and dogs, and my cats who are normally excellent about work surfaces find some unsupervised nice smelling raw meat irresistable.

Tbh, even if i never saw my cats up there i would always clean thoroughly before cooking /food prep anyway with animals in the house. Many people never or rarely see their cats drink but they do, so the same can go for worksurfaces.

Kaelea

My cat isn't allowed on my kitchen work tops . .. oh no .. not her .. she knows it too, I've never seen her up there, but why oh why do I keep finding little kitten paw prints on them :rotfl:

dog can also open the microwave door, its only a push button, she has to nudge with her nose and it pings open .. if we're cooling things it goes into the oven

old Charlie boy (rip) used to be able to open the oven, he would steal things while they were cooking, he had an asbestos mouth I'm sure,

pets eh . .. who'd have em

gettingready

Fred is suicidal - he tries to paw bacon off frying pan/hot oil if I do not keep an eye on him and the said bacon....

Nope, do not have doors in my kitchen or living room, can not "lock him out" - try to cook/fry when he is out..lol

paddypaws101

I too have a very strict policy of NO cats allowed on any work surfaces or cooking areas.




I guess that is just you and me for dinner then GR!

bethie

didn't get a good picture, but brought home shopping last night.

boy cat brazenly jumped up on the bench and crawled into the bags....

put the boy on the ground.

middle of unpacking....had chicken next to a bag of oranges... turned around to let the dog out... and boy cat was back on the bench crawling over the oranges to get to the sealed chicken...

girl cat trying to kill me with leg weaves.

obviously whoever said cats dont like oranges never met mine!

spike7451

You should put up the photo's of Fred doing a runner with the raw chicken...lol

Faith177

These stories have cracked me up

Glad I'm not the only ones with thieves for animals.

Sophie my ginger and white nusaiance has thumbs so she has learnt how to open cupboards, the fridge and tupperware there is no stopping her! At least she shares whatever she catches lol

The best one though was by boy Sweep (black cat) I was walking to work and saw a black cat shoot out of a neighbour round the corners front door with a chicken leg in its mouth.

Called my mum to see of Sweep was in and he wasn't sure enough it was him The neighbour was furious

meritaten

my sons cat Felix was an accomplished thief. he was the one who worked out that going on TOP of a cupboard or fridge meant he could just push the doors open - and his partner in crime would then leap up and raid it for edibles! my son foiled that little scheme by putting 'things' on top of the fridge and cupboards!

zaksmum

When I was a kid, many moons ago, I remember my nan had a lovely dog called Brownie...she didn't mess around with dog names, a black dog was called Blackie, brown dog Brownie, white dog Chalkie and a spotted dog Spot.

One Friday Brownie raced in to the house with a string of sausages in his mouth, just like you see in the cartoons, pursued by a furious butcher.

He hammered on my nan's door and accused the dog of nicking the sausages. My nan drew herself up to her full height and said it couldn't possibly have been Brownie that stole them...he was, she assured him, a good Catholic dog who would never DREAM of eating meat on a Friday!

The butcher had to admit defeat and take the hit, while my nan washed the sausages and served them up for my grandad's tea.

The dog did get one, though, for helping to feed the family!!