Momcat and Dadcat "think" they have a rule that no cats are allowed on the counter. Soooo, when their backs are turned, I leap to the counter then up to the top of fridge before they even know what happened.

I can sit there for hours and supervise all activities. Last night I supervised making spaghetti. When Momcat opened the cabinet to get some spices, I made myself at home. I found some very interesting things up there. Momcat was nice enough to move some stuff around for me so that I could be more comfortable.

I found the little glass thingy fascinating. (Momcat says it's for mixing salad dressing -- but since I am definitely NOT a vegetarian.........) I just thought it was pretty.