I know every home with a cat goes through this at least once, and our first time with Cracker Jack was Sunday. Terry and I were getting ready to leave early in the morning. I opened the cupboard to get a new can of wet cat food out (treats) and closed the cupboard door. Notice that the door was open for all of 3-5 seconds, just long enough to reach in, grab a can and pull hand out. So I dish out the wet food and start calling for Jack. He's nowhere to be found, no big deal and I take Peanut's upstairs to her. Terry sits down and eats breakfast while I continue to get ready. I come out, Terry is eating Cheerios and Jack is nowhere to be found. Odd since you've all see how he loves to eat breakfast with his daddy. I again continue to get ready and go up and check on Peanut and get a quick scan of the upstairs to see if Jack is up there - nope. Ok, getting close to leaving time and still no Jack. Take treat can and head downstairs, shake treat can - no Jack. Head back upstairs to the loft, check all possible hiding locations and call his name while shaking treat can - nothing. Look in bedroom closet, and under bed in both bedrooms - nothing. Terry in on search now and getting aggravated (for some reason it's always my fault when they can't be found). Nothing. F-i-n-a-l-l-y Terry is in the kitchen and hears a faint meow. Opens up treat cupboard and out saunters Jack!
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He was so quick and so silent I had no idea he had made it in there while I was getting treats out. I had even checked the Cheerio cabinet because I thought Terry might have left it open a bit too long (not unusual since sometimes he doesn't know how to close a cupboard door or drawer), but it never occurred to me to check the cupboard I was in since I was in and out so quick!
Silly Jack got his treats and Terry and I both left the house rolling our eyes.![]()
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