He's still a little snuggle bundle of love and I adore him. But I'm constantly finding things knocked over, broken or broken into, etc. He's even started trying to slip by me and run out the front door to escape when I come home and open the door. I didn't choose his name, but if I did have to choose one for him, it would be Trouble. He's always getting into things, tearing things up and getting into trouble.
Yesterday was the last straw. I was working at my computer when I heard the sound of plastic being ripped at. Uh-oh, cats and plastic can't be good! I ran out to the hall and found my cat had actually gotten into the cat nip! The little baggie of cat nip is stored in a cabinet 3 feet off the ground. It is seemingly impossible for a cat to get in there! But there is a wet bar under it and I must have left the cabinet open and he climbed up onto the wet bar and some how stretched his little cat body high enough to reach up and inside. He also managed to get wet in the process, either from the wet bar or from being in my tub which he likes to do after a shower.
So here I find my cat with the torn open cat nip bag and the cat nip wet. His face is smeared in cat nip. His paws are covered in it. Wet cat nip is stuck to his back and belly. The floor is smeared in water and cat nip. And of coursed, he is rolling around in it stoned out of his mind:
Fortunately I had some kitty bath wet wipes so I was able to wipe him down and get all the cat nip off him. I also had to mop the floor to get all the wet smeared cat nip off.