re: #65 b_sharp

My damned cat can count to 4. He demands I give him treats in the morning or he’ll climb on to my desk and get in the way. If I give him less than 4 he sits there and stares at me until I fix it.

Problem Child knows the sound of the Tupperware that the deli-style turkey comes in. When you open it, he comes running.

They all know that the sound of plates being gotten out of the cabinet for wet food.

I’m fairly certain Problem Child knows he’s not supposed to be on the counter, which is why we’ll routinely hear a thump when we’re out of the room followed by him walking out - and sometimes he’ll run past us like he knows he was doing something he would get in trouble for.