Underestimated...

I have three cats. They are smart cats. But I am man! I am smarter than one cat.. two cats... and yes... even THREE cats! Or so I thought.

From time to time once the cats reached the age that they could reach, I would enter the bathroom to be greeted with a pile of shredded toilet paper on the ground. I don't know how many rolls they destroyed, but I won't have the Sierra club inviting me to an event any time soon. I must have tried everything. Spraying vinigar on the floor because I heard cats don't like vinegar. That didn't work. I tried spraying a little vinegar on the paper, but ... well... let's just say that didn't work. Finally I gave up and just started closing the door. I don't know why, but this just bugs me that the only way to defeat the evil cats was to keep the doors closed. In my mind they had won the battle. That could not stand.

Then I had an idea. Instead of leaving a little tp dangling, every time I used the bathroom I would make sure the roll was turned so there was nothing to grab hold of and pull. The end of the tp would be on top where the cats could not see it. Genius! Or so I thought... Today I left the door confidently open knowing I had finally outsmarted Spike, Xander, and Willow.

The picture below was what I was greeted with this evening. I am surprised they didn't taunt me by leaving a message on the mirror gloating about their victory.

--C