Yesterday Lilly got BUSTED!

I was having a pretty low key day, hanging around, spending some time with Lilly. Then I had the brilliant idea to make a tuna sandwich!

I knew from the get go that there was going to be trouble. I knew just the sound of the can top disengaging from it's base would bring what I like to call "LUNATIC LILLY" out of her shell. I crept over to the sink quietly and ever so gently started to open it...

crreeaaak...

MEOW! MEOW! MEOW MEOW MEOW!

All of a sudden it was chaos! There was yelling! There was screaming! There were paws in the air trying to run up my leg. There was hopping and jumping and more yelling! And the worst part was... the tuna wasn't even for her.

Soooo... being the softy that I am for Ms. Princess I decided to be a good mother and give her a little morsel... to tide her over until dinner, still 2 hours away.

I think she snorted it up because no sooner had I put it down then it was gone! And guess what? The craziness commenced again!

"Ok Lilly OKAY!" I gave her a small sliver more...

"but that is IT!"

Whoever said that cats can't do the "puppy" face are lying.

As I sat at the table she first tried to be nice about it, trying the "puppy" face. Then when that didn't work she went on to the "I hate you" look. Then from there to the "I will kill you in your sleep if I don't give me more tuna" face. Needless to say, she was desperate, but I remained strong!

Once she realized things weren't going her way she decided to take it into her own hands.

Now let me just point out that usually Lilly is immensely good when it comes to not jumping up on the counters. She NEVER goes up there... (at least as far as I know... she is probably just too smart and waits until I leave...) but anyways, she was looking far too interested. Eventually she slunk off into the other room, so I thought it was safe.

I flip on the tv and start watching and then all of a sudden I hear it...

clink clink...

clink clink clink...

I run over and BUSTED! SOMEONE is on the counter daintily picking away at the dish! I yelled and scolded and she scampered off.

Took care of that I thought to myself. I went back and sat down.

2 seconds later...

clink clink... clink

I RACED over and BUSTED again! This time called for more drastic measures! I picked up Lilly and brought her into the other room with me and closed the door. Ahaha, now try and get at that tuna!

She stood at the door for a minute... and then resigned herself to the bed. Tuna must have gotten old and the desire for a nap took over.

About half an hour later I had to use the bathroom so I opened the door and went out, thinking that the thought of tuna had far escaped her.

As soon as I came out..

...clink clink clink...

LILLY! BUSTED AGAIN! Back into the room until dinner...

The moral of the story... never underestimate the power of tuna. It is not so easily forgotten as we humans are. ;)