WHAT: One Ziplock lid.
HOW: I took the lid off the leftovers, put the leftovers in the microwave, left the empty bowl and lid on the kitchen island counter, went to the laundry room, forgot why I went to the laundry room, stood still for at least 15 seconds as I pondered my laundry room purpose, gave up and returned to the kitchen—where I found…
…this Ziplock lid, in Mojo’s jaws. (The bowl was still on the counter.)
THE CONUNDRUM: Why did I go to the laundry room? It was for something important. Was it… to do a load of laundry?
No, wait—there was something else I was supposed to do…
Oh, yes! The Monday Morning Mojo! Well, see, our kitchen island counter is 36 inches high. How did the Ziplock lid get from the kitchen counter to Mojo’s mouth?
THE USUAL SUSPECT: Mojo. He leapt up, grabbed it in his mouth like one of those Frisbee-catching dogs you see on TV, crashed back to earth and began gnawing on it.
HIS ALIBI: He’s only 16 inches tall. As far as we know, he can’t reach the kitchen counters. Not yet.
Besides, if a 60 lb bulldog crashed back to earth from a 36″ kitchen counter, I would’ve heard it even in the laundry room. I mean, I may be forgetful as all get out, but I’m not deaf. Not yet.
ANOTHER SUSPECT: One of the cats, probably Bucky. They’re not allowed on the kitchen counters but we catch them up there sometimes, so there is a precedence. Bucky might’ve jumped up and accidentally knocked the lid off the counter into Mojo’s waiting jaws.
HIS ALIBI: Bucky is tough; he wouldn’t have let Mojo take the lid without some sort of unpleasantness, which I would’ve heard.
Still… Bucky sat nearby, licking a paw.
YET ANOTHER SUSPECT: The wind. It blew through an open window, knocked the lid off the counter and into Mojo’s reach.
THE ALIBI: No open windows or doors; so where did said breeze come from?
THE SOLUTION TO THE MYSTERY: Baking soda! I went to the laundry room for the extra box of baking soda I keep in there! Whew! For a moment there, I thought I was losing my marbles! Heh, I’ve still got ’em, though.
REPLACEMENT COST: Eh, baking soda is cheap.
>Bucky might’ve jumped up and accidentally knocked the lid off the counter into Mojo’s waiting jaws.
For the sheer joy of seeing Mojo in trouble, Mr. Cat might’ve been a willing ally, no?
All the tops of our tupperware-type storage devices are gnawed on. Dogs love plastic.
Ref: Mojo Monday #9.
Mary Lou said put your Bill O’Reilly book on the coffee table!
Mojo will not touch, because its tainted by the Republican Spin.:))
Much love cuz, Rupert
Mojo: I chew, I chew, doobeedoobeeedooooooo
I chew, I chew, it’s just what I do….
Noooooo….not the Bill O’Reilly book! I’m watching him right now!.
When I saw the wookd floor loading, I thought it was your missing purse!
At least Mojo’s not in the freezer yet…stop by and read the beginning of my Tuesday post!
Ok i have to know, is “Bucky” named after my favorite cat in the world “Bucky” from Get Fuzzy?
Cat/Dog teamwork.
That’s how it’s done.
Does Mojo need more lids? I have lids, not bottoms situation. Gladly donate. 😉
Tooki opens cupboard for Two-toes, watches as the dog tips the garbage over. Both enjoy pilfered goodies. Grrr.
I thought I was past child locks.
Thanks for the giggle!
Hey, all!
Pat, you may have something there.
Hey, Rupert! Thanks for dropping by! Tell Mary Lou that Mojo is a non-partisan bulldog. There’s just as much drool on O’Reilly’s Who’s Looking Out for You? as there is on Franken’s Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them. Apparently he found both just a little too acidic for his taste. Just listen to April Redmon… she’s got the right idea about Mojo!
Bonnie C., yikes! That dog is on steroids!
Michelle, you are so observant! Bucky is a Siamese, named after the Buckster in Get Fuzzy. Our other cat is Mooch, named after the cat in Mutts. We’re big time comics readers in this house.
Thanks for the lid offer, Kait, but I’m lid-rich and bowl-poor, too. Both cats have learned how to take the lids off the trash cans but they get kind of cranky if the dogs try to share what they discover inside.
I see the mojonator was at it again!!! He is pretty darn clever at finding ways to feed his chewing addiction!!
Thank you so much for turning me onto Lord Goliaths site. It’s been a huge help especially since Auggie now has pneumonia. Argghh!
I love Bucky!! He’s like an evil genius! Poor Satchel 🙁 such a schmuk sometimes!
I suspect the cat. One of our dogs (the smarter one) has landed the other in the emergency room twice by putting in her unsuspecting way items which she couldn’t possibly have reached, but which dog #1 could get easily but was too smart to eat, namely, a razor and a threaded needle.
Did I mention dog #2–not the brightest bulb on the block? Dog #1 doesn’t like her very much. I suppose Mojo could choke on plastic. Perhaps your cat has similar homicidal instincts, but you’re just not supplying her with appropriate weaponry.