Mischief and Mayhem

Although this time it was not Kidd that was causing the trouble, but our very own reformed pee-queen.
In the old days when any bed was free game, Kyla was locked out of Mum and Dad’s room until the morning, when she would be let in for some ‘Kyla time’ and given her favourite fishy treats. Now of course she is a born again pee-er and all doors are left open. However this is causing a whole new set of problems. Namely that she knows that her Mummy is a push over, and after enough coaxing will give her exactly what she wants.
Yesterday morning around 3am Kyla developed the munchies, so went in such of the holder of the treat jar, who rather inconveniently was sleeping. Being the well brought up cat that she is, she quietly sat on the bed and then gave Mum a quick smack on the cheek until she woke up. Then, so that there was no doubt what she was after, she nuzzled the draw were the treats are kept. Of course she was given exactly what she asked for and once satisfied trotted back to bed. Three hours later however she felt like another little smackerel. So of she went once again to the sleeping treat giver to ask for some more. This time however things didn’t go quite so smoothly. She pats Mum on the cheek but she ignored her. So Kyla has to step things up. She tries pawing her hand, but nothing. She gives her a head-but, or six, still nothing. So she sits on Mum’s chest and continues to smack her around the face until the message that she requires attention gets threw.
Now while Kyla may be very good at creating the Mischief. No one causes Mayhem quite like our Kidd. And Growing up with four brothers has taught him a thing or two. So when food and treats are involved he is the king.
The very second you contemplate dishing out food, he will arrive out of nowhere He will then proceed to put on his best, ‘butter wouldn’t melt’ performance. But once the goodies hit the floor he turns into the cat from hell. He employees a three-pronged attack, of block, defend and Hoover. The blocking effect requires you to literally stand over the food and eat backwards. If someone tries to eat under you, you just lye down. If they try and eat either side, you move your body toward them. The whole time you growl, so that even if no one is even near you, they know that it’s yours. Of course if anyone is actually stupid enough to take the food in front you. You use your paw to hold them down while you continue to shovel as much in your mouth as possible. It’s not about enjoying what you eat; it’s about eating as much as you can.
Now this means you have two choices when giving Kyla treats in the wee small hours. You either give them two separate piles. But you end up giving him more because he eats quicker than she does, which doesn’t really teach him not be such a greedy bee-stared. Or you shut him out. Which of course means he sits outside the door and screams till everyone is awake including the neighbours! Who then ring the RSPCA because they think you’re are trying kill in him. And his mind you probably are.