I swear I'm going to install a slide lock on the door to the pantry.  Twice
in 10 minutes I've heard this weird sound coming from the kitchen.  Both
times I went in and found Persia trying valiantly to drag the bag of Hill's
x/d past the trash can into the kitchen.  (How she thinks she'll get the
zip-lock top of the bag open, I don't know but I'm sure she'd figure it
out!)

You know I'm not starving her!  But a few days ago I had a plate on the
coffee table.  I'd finished all but part of a biscuit (like a scone for the
UK contingency).  Persia, who *never* jumps on tables or counters, well...
she didn't jump up.  She just leaned up when I wasn't looking and snagged
that biscuit right off the plate!  I didn't know until I wondered why she
was hunkered down on the other side of the table.  Later that evening I
still had some fries (chips) on a plate (can you tell I don't eat at a
proper table?) and she tried to sneak one of those, as well.  This time I
caught her in the act!

With the exception of the infamous Fancy Feast Caper of 2001, she's never
been so pushy about food.  Maybe she's hungrier because winter is coming?
I'm puzzled by these recent developments.

Jill