A minute is all it takes

Mom came home early on Wednesday on account of she had to take Smidgie to the v-e-t*.

Well, she made a quick grocery stop on her way home.  When she came through the door, she set everything down so she could check on Smidgen straight-away.

 

I saw that as my cue...you know...being head of QA around here an all...

 

 

You know, it's a good thing they always pack the bread on top.

Makes it easier for me to get to...

 

 

So I can complete my inspections..

 

 

Mom said she was barely gone a minute and lookit what I did!

 

I don't know what she was going on about.

Honestly, I didn't think I did a good enough job what with not finishing the ever-so-impawtant taste test.

 

 

Okay mom.  You'll just have to eat it at your own risk.

 

 

 

*don't worry, Smidgen is ok.

Suspicious...

On Wednesday evening mom brought home this big bag of food for Wriggley.

She was quick to put it up on the counter and out of the way.

 

 

She noticed those teef marks on the bag Thursday evening as she was mixing up Wriggley's breakfast for today.  She swears they weren't there before.

 

And for some reason, mom kept shooting me dirty looks...

 

 

I don't get it...

New Treats!

Would you lookit the new treats mom brought home for us!

 

 

Shmarshmallows!

And they are even miniature kitty-sized!

 

What's that mom?

What do you mean, those aren't for us?!?!?

 

okay...

 

 

What else ya got in the bag?



Another work week started

oh, would you lookit!

I have some groceries to inspect.

 

 

I surprised mom while she made a quick pit stop

and did a thorough bread audit.

Yes, complete with the all impawtant taste test!

 

In case you are wonderin...

 

 

It passed!

hee hee!

Can't blame a cat for tryin...

Wriggley got his Barkbox in the mail the other day.

Mom was so proud of herself cause she remembered to put all of the treats away, and didn't leave anything out for me to get into inspect.

 

'Cept she did leave one thing out, not realizing I'd be interested...

(Really...this is me we're talkin about, Minnie!  How long have I lived here???)

 

Say...what have we here!

 

Yoink!

 

::nom nom nom::

 

But then...

 

Hey!  where'd my kitty treat stick go?!?

 

I coulda swore it was right here a second ago!

 

 

Hmmm...

Note to self...

next time do my toublemakin quality inspections away from  mom the pawparazzi...



The scene of the crime

Mom walked in on this when she came home from work yesterday:

 

 

And this poor packet of oatmeal...

 

ouch!

 

Rounding up the possible suspects,

we have...

 

Smidgen?

 

lalala.  What?!?  I've been here the whole time watching bird tv!

 

Mom searched the house for others.

But then she had also brought in a new batch of groceries...

 

Minnie!

 

 

Sorry, Minnie, but your reputation proceeds you!

 

Who, me?

Where to start?

A load of groceries came in for me to inspect.

 

 

So many bags!  Where to start, where to start?

Let me see...what do we have here...

 

 

Oh!  I see the bread.

Hmmm, cracked wheat instead of whole wheat...I prefer whole wheat...

Hang on...I think I see something...

 

 

We have tortillas!  I need to do a taste test thorough inspection on these...make sure they're ok...you know, fajita size an all.  Wait, mom the boss lady is looking over my shoulder again...

 

What's that?  You don't want me to inspect the tortillas?

 

 

Ok, if you're willing to take the risk...

At least let me clear this bottle of, er,  juice...

 

 

The "Minnie Teef Marks of Approval"

 

hee hee!

Just because

Just because I can be seen here returning to the scene of an alleged crime...

 

It isn't obvious, but something dastardly is apaw.

 

...and just because you see me here licking my chops...

 

 

...and just because I won't leave this mutilated package alone so mom can take a picture...

 

 

 

In no way reflects that I had anything to do with somekitty surfing this almost full bag of treats off the counter, ripping apart the package, and eating all the treats inside.  I mean, the evidence is circumstantial at best!

 

Really, mom, don't forget Smidgen is out and about too.

 

Mom found the, er, evidence, after we had dinner, so she couldn't hold back any of my meal. But then she said something about docking tomorrow's breakfast and maybe dinner.

 

...hmmm...I wonder what she could mean...

Independent Grocery Consultant

At your service!
I have some impawtant grocery inspectin work that needs to be done.

 

 

Only, I'm not comfortable workin when the boss lady mom is lookin over my shoulder.

I feel a bit tentative...

 

 

self conscious even...

 

 

I didn't do a very good job on this bread inspection.

 

 

You can barely see where I clawred the package.  I wasn't able to do a proper taste test either.  I hope mom realizes the chance she's taking when she goes to eat any.

 

I consider myself more of a Independent Grocery Consultant.  My preference is to work with little to no snoopervision.  After the boss lady mom went away and left me to it, I was in my element!

 

I did not waste any time and was back in the bags...

 

 

...making sure mom got the right kind of...

 

 

Cotton balls!

 

Mom uses these for cleanin Wriggley's ears and I had to make sure they were ok... you know... triple size an all...

 

And if anybuddy is interested, my services are available for a nominal fee...

Surprise Audit

Mom came home the other evening with some groceries.  She had done a bit of shoppin mostly for us, but she had some of her own foods too.  She was late, so she had to take Wriggley outside before puttin anything away.

Of course I figured she'd appreciate my help, you know, make sure she got the right stuff an all...

Only mom wasn't outside for very long.  Seems she was expectin me to get into inspect the groceries.

Mom figured I'd want to test the food she got for Wriggley.  Well, I surprised her!





I did a surprise inspection audit and got into checked out the bread!

I could tell it was different from the last time I did a bread inspection and I had to make sure it was the right stuff...you know, whole wheat yet an all...

 

Hmmm...

 

 

What else ya got, mom?

I still got it!

There has not been much call lately for my grocery inspectin expertise.  The other day, though, mom came in with a new bag of kibble for Wriggley.  She took him outside to play and take care of business, leaving the food out for me to get into inspect...you know, that bein my job an all.  They were gone for a long time, havin fun with this new toy of Wriggley's, no doubt, so I had plenty of time to do a thorough inspection...

Including the all impawtant taste test!

 

 

First, let me just say that the packaging gets a moderate rating for not being too difficult to open.

I did have to clawr and tear with my teefs quite a bit.

 

 

As for the taste, I must say the flavor was quite good.  Fresh too.

 

Say, you wouldn't know what mom could've meant when she said this was coming out of my dinner...?



Working Hard!

Things have gotten busy for our mom at her work place so she hasn't been able to help us blog or visit much.  Well, we kitties have been busy too!  You know, doin our fair share around the house an all...

I know mom is tired when she gets home so I help her out with the groceries when she doesn't put them away fast enough whenever I can.

mmmm!  Look, Smidgen, duck feet!

Let's see now, what's in this bag...

Cereal!  Oh, good!  She didn't get that high fiber stuff.

mmmm!  Cinnamon!

By the way, mom...

you forgot the milk!

The Helping Paw

Hi Mom.  I see you did some shoppin.

Why don't you let me help you out with these...

You go ahead and relax.

Even better, go on outside with Wriggley and I'll get into this bag finish putting things away for you.

Would you believe mom did not accept my offer?!?

I don't understand...

Mom just doesn't know good kitty help when she sees it!