Nobody said making tuna was going to be easy

Reaching the "safety zone" above -- not on -- the counter before we had a chance to shoo her down, Tiny curls herself into the tiniest version of herself, front and back toes neatly poised together at the edge in perfect balance atop the coffeemaker. A big, fluffy tail really comes in handy at a time like this.

We walked out casually to the kitchen, pretending nothing special was up. The cats were in the studio, well into their morning power naps. Thinking to make stealth tuna for the luncheon sandwiches, we opened the can inside the sink, trying to muffle the sound with our body. A flash of gray beside us on the counter.  Tiny leaped to the "safety zone" atop the coffeemaker as Baby came flying around the corner, ears, nose and salivary glands on high alert.

While Tiny cleaned the bowl, baby polished the spoon.

We love the way the ears press themselves close to the head to avoid getting drabbled with innards of the quarry.

With cats like this, who needs a dishwasher?

Comments

[Jeff]

That's what I need, a cat on caffeine.

[Pat]

Okay, I feel better. We've always got one cat or another on our counters, especially during food prep. We just toss them down and wash our hands, again and again and again. It's worse when we repackage meat for our day-to-day use. Every Friday. Toss down the cats, wash and disinfect the hands, then try to finish the job before the next onslaught.

Doesn't everyone?

[Sissy Willis]

I would assume so. :)

[Kimberly]

Is there any other way?

[BJ]

Fragmented Fred demonstrates how a dishwasher really works.

Harley sidles up to the dishwasher when I'm distracted in the clean-up-loading phase and licks whatever he can reach before a wooden spoon contacts his backside.

Pat: Try swaddling your counters with aluminum foil...cats hate the way it feels under their feet...it works very well and no one is harmed.