I’ve adapted in many ways since adopting my girls.
One of the ways in which I’ve adapted is that I no longer leave my toilet paper on its holder. Now, it goes under the sink. As do my paper towels. Because should I leave any sort of paper on a roll accessible, I come home to this:
Note the culprit. Any time she sees paper on a roll, she grabs it, runs around the apartment like a wild thing, and then proceeds to tear chunks out of it before unrolling as much of it as possible before I catch her.
Then she runs away. If I don’t see this happen, she’s nowhere near the scene of the crime by the time I find it.
Guess who does hang around…
She likes storing piles of toys (she’s a hoarder, remember) in the nests of toilet paper created by Molly.
So, the cat who’s actually engaged in misbehavior ensures she’s nowhere near the evidence. I can’t yell at her because you’re not supposed to yell at animals after the fact — only if you catch them red…pawed. The cat who I do find reaping the benefits of the crime didn’t commit it, so I can’t yell at her either.
I’m not sure why I even bother trying to discipline them.