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My ex-wife and I had been giving the two cats (a female named "Checkers" and a male named "Smokey") kitty treats for being good and not killing each other during their little "battles" for a few months, when one night we forgot to close the cupboard all the way. We got up the next day to find the cupboard door wide open and the treat box on the kitchen floor with tooth marks all over it (but the contents still intact). We thought we knew who the instigator of the caper was, but wasn't sure until later that week.
I decided to sleep on the couch with a newly opened box of treats on the coffee table. About two hours after I laid down, I heard a commotion (they first thought a half bag of potato chips was the prize they sought). When I opened my eyes, I saw my precious, sweet, lovable little Checkers (RB) with her paws on top of the coffee table, with Smokey looking out for my ex-wife to come down the stairs (neither of them looked to see if I was awake). After my precious and sweet baby looked at Smokey (presumably to make sure the coast was clear) she whipped her head around, grabbed the treat box and yanked it down from the table. In the meantime, Smokey came over from the stairs to join her. He proceeded to grab onto the bottom of the box with his teeth while my little sweetie pulled and pulled on the inner pouch until it came flying out of the box (the glue on the bottom of the pouch gave way). She went stumbling back a bit, and Smokey quickly lost the box and they both began to chew the pouch until they got to the treats inside.
Shortly after they began their feast, I couldn't hold it any longer and began to laugh, and of course, they realized they had been caught red-pawed......and began to look around the room as if to say "Now who did this?"
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