Someone maimed the cat.

Well.  We knew it was only a matter of a few days.  Einstein figured out how to get into the DFZ.  The pony-sized crate and assortment of gates propped against it couldn't keep him out.  He even managed to get IN while the FG was IN the crate.  And he left evidence.

My human and her mother and sister went out for dinner yesterday.  It is Thanksgiving weekend here - and while they all like to eat and cook turkey, they decided this year to do something different.  They went OUT for a turkey dinner at a lovely restaurant on the Bay.

And when they came back for a visit at our place, they came into the DFZ.  And there - on a wingback chair was the evidence.  Someone killed the cat.  OK, it was a stuffed cat.  Actually a cat pillow for Halloween.  And the cat's innards were visible for all to see.

My human immediately picked up the maimed feline and walked toward Einstein.  He was the OBVIOUS culprit.  I mean the FG was IN a crate, and I am not THAT crazy about getting into the DFZ.  As soon as my human said the infamous words "what did you do", Einstein turned his back and walked away.  It's such a ridiculous comment - I mean it was pretty OBVIOUS what he did.  Did she expect him to say "oh yeah, a burglar was here while you were gone and he decided to rip up the cat pillow?"

So now you KNOW she will be placing something ELSE in the way to stop his entry.  Good luck with that.  Remember - he can jump ON the crate...

And of course,  she'll also be studying the FG's poop for evidence the next couple of days.  You can eat something bad, but you cannot hide.  The poop police will be working overtime.  Oh joy.  Oh happiness.

She should just be thankful it wasn't the cushion on the wingback chair.  Yes, always look at the bright side - and be THANKFUL for what you have.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up!