And for their next trick...

You know those annoying people who try to impress you by whisking away the tablecloth while leaving the entire contents on the table undisturbed...?

You should understand that my kitchen bin is like an old-fashioned metal dustbin, complete with heavy lid; I line it with a bin-bag.

You know where this is going, don't you?

Came down this morning to find the binbag in the middle of the kitchen floor. The dustbin was still upright; the lid was still on; all the accumulated trash was still inside the bin. Only the binbag had been neatly extracted. It was really quite clever, in a thoroughly annoying kind of way.

Also, I don't know if this is clever or not, but Baz seems to have decided that his best chance of an undisturbed night is to sleep on my pillows, behind my head, presumably in hopes that I will protect him from the Awful Boy.

Which is fine - and I do protect him, a bit, if I'm awake - but not so good when it's three in the morning and I am blessedly asleep and there is suddenly smiting paws across my face, in a waking-up kind of way.

Also, this is not clever at all, but when Barry has acquired something precious and edible he has this fabulous dark growl that is clearly intended to drive off competition, but actually just alerts me to the fact that he's snatched something. As it might be, my roasted smoked pork loin. At which point it's all thank you, Barry, but I'll have that back now; and yes, I am quite happy to cut off the cat-chewed corner and eat the rest; and yes, I really am going to give the cat-chewed corner to the Awful Boy, see? See me do it...?