I don’t plant my bare anus on my counter, so neither will you.
Someone should do a follow up and verify the results.
Kaeden Griffin Is going places.
you said to make yourself at home
Nobody should be preparing food on an uncleaned counter in the first place. Or directly on the counter at all. Store your cutting boards vertically (I put them between the canisters and the wall) to keep all kinds of dirt off them. Cat or no cat, but especially if you have what’s essentially an inquisitive toddler who can leap 4+ feet and climb to the ceiling.
this is the correct answer
This may not fully apply to people who have those cool little pull-out cutting boards nestled under their counters.
Those are kind of a cheat code for keeping cats off them.
You know, I actually have one of those pull-out ones and I almost never use it! It came with the home but it’s so big it doesn’t fit well in the sink to clean it.
I had one of those in the last place I lived. It was super nice. I wanna say I would just pull it out to use as a work surface and use a second cutting board. Easier cleanup that way.
Only when I’m not making food.
My cat once jumped on the counter when I was cutting raw chicken. He stole a piece and I just let him have it… He knows I’m powerless and my threats are empty T_T
One time I was sitting in the living room. Kitchen is to my immediate left on the other side of the wall.
I’m watching tv, and then from in the kitchen I hear a duck. QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK.
I’m so confused. I don’t have a duck. Why is there randomly a duck in my kitchen at 2am???
So I jump up, run into the kitchen where I see my cat who turns around like “OH HIIIIII!!!”
No duck.
So I start looking in cabnets. In the oven. In the fridge. I walked down the hall and checked the bathroom. I checked the closet.
I looked everywhere for this duck. I’m not crazy. I heard a duck. It was very close, in the kitchen. I heard it. I know I heard it. Where did it come from??? Where did it go???
Finally I gave up. My cat just looking at me losing my shit for an hour. Just looking at me like “You ok???”
So finally I just sat back down on the couch and wondered if I was losing my mind.
…never did find a duck.
I know this doesn’t relate to your comment per se, but we’re sharing cat stories. My cat didn’t steal chicken. My cat stole sanity.
We don’t really care as long as they don’t get on the counter while we cook. You should be cleaning before and after cooking, so it’s not that big of a deal.
Wash between your toes front and back to get all the litter dust out of them and we’ll talk
counterpoint, the other counter is more fun and has the rock that you like to cuddle on it
failing that, you will be punished most severely with the deadliest punishment of all: forehead kisses!
Tinfoil
That’s the whole reason why we got a flat with an open kitchen and a high counter for our two derps to walk around.
I’d like to have seen the look on your estate agent’s face the first time you turned a place down because the counters weren’t high enough for the furbabies 😁
Rent prices: way to high Seeing the face of your estate agent after turning down a flat for not being cool enough for your cats: priceless
Can’t change your mind. I can definitely leave your ass out in the cold.
