Cats, You Know What I'm Saying

Zelda was a kitty at our old apartment. She was less than five pounds and she literally was incapable of jumping up on counters. We had to help her up to the couch. She was little.

When we moved, we knew she would test her boundaries more because she was exploring. We agreed, though - no cat on counters or tables. She could be on the furniture, as long as she wasn't scratching it, and we'd buy her a scratching post so she could sate her need to climb urge, but there would be no climbing in the kitchen and the bathroom.

Cut to this:

And this:

 

It's a good thing she's cute.

 

She sure doesn't listen to our admonitions, that's for sure.