This morning Hudson succumb to his baser instincts and managed to pull a 8oz tub of butter off the counter and some meat scraps out of a pan that was on the stove top. While going after the meat the little bastard turned on one of the gas burners. He didn't manage to ignite it though. Patty was assaulted by the pungent odor of LP gas as she came down the stairs. I don't think it had been on that long, but long enough to make the first floor an explosive hazard. Thankfully the gas didn't leak into the basement. Fifteen minutes with the doors and windows open flushed the gas out of the house. It would have been a very exciting way to wake up if the compressor motor under the fridge had lit it off though.
To his credit he did manage to get to the meat without pulling the Pyrex dish off the stove top, and the butter tub was licked clean. He leaves no mess when he steals food. This is the second tub of butter in about three weeks. His cholesterol numbers must be off the chart.
The face of a killer?
1 comment:
He sure put you in your place!
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