Hubby got the brilliant idea to hang a grocery store plastic bag on the
wall to put the pouches from the cat food, so they wouldn't get into the
trash bucket and wreak havoc on the kitchen. "Why, what a neat idea!"
you may think. "And how clever of Louie!"

Right...

Yesterday morning we were unceremoniously awakened by something that
sounded like a junkyard exploding. We had these wire shelves along the
wall beneath that bag. One of our little food thieves got the brilliant
idea to climb up and reach, and knocked the whole thing over. What's
left of the dining room is a shambles: my makeup scattered from hell to
breakfast, shoes EVERYWHERE, my husband's computer magazines looking
like a newsstand that got hit by a cyclone.

But the bag remains hanging from its nail, untouched. I still have my
worries. Athletic Roxie can jump easily from floor to top of fridge. One
of these days, I just know we'll have little Whiskas pouches everywhere.
I can't keep those kids out of anything that looks like it's edible!

Blessed be,

Baha