Curiosity killed the cat: another Quicksilver moment

Well, after today's detour of celebration (thanks so much for joining in - you've all made my week), it's time to return to PB happenings. Remember my little friend, Quicksilver Sam (here and here)? Well, he's been up to some new and inventive tricks. Until I had Sam, the phrase 'Curiosity killed the cat' really hadn't meant anything to me. Well, until yesterday. There I was, relaxing on my 'only Sam' (it's all relative on PB) day, lying on the bed, reading (yes, you guessed it) my delivered-a-day-late Sydney Morning Herald. I had an ear cocked to young Quicksilver doing his 'rounds' of cruising and crawling about the house. And then I suddenly was aroused by the-louder-than-should-be-possible-noise-of-cars-in-the-street. Uh oh.

Alarmed, I sprang up and raced to the front door. Horrors! It was wide open!

I raced out onto the verandah and found him next to the letterbox, banging on the railings. Thank goodness the canny barrier erected by Mr PB which you saw here had done its trick and stopped him from crawling out onto the road. Now in my distress, I'm sorry to say, I actually neglected to take a photo of him at that moment but if you look at that last post, you'll be able to imagine a little imp, next to the burgundy letterbox, laughing his head off. I swept him up into my arms, kissed that soft little neck of his and thanked God again.

I rang Mr PB (again) and reported what had happened. We agreed that now Sam was tall enough to reach the front door handle and crawl out, the only way to prevent me chasing my shadow even more than normal was to use the deadlock. To lock us in the house so he couldn't escape (and no, please don't mention the "What will you do in a fire predicament?" We figure that Sam escaping out the front door is much more likely than a fire). So, that settled, I turned the deadlock. Problem solved (until the older pixies returned and wanted to go and and out of the house to play but don't get me started on that 'minor' irritation).

I gave him another rusk to chew on (he's most partial - you should see him crawling around with it hanging out his mouth, cigar-like) and returned to my paper. After about 10 minutes, I heard a banging noise in the kitchen and startled, leapt up to investigate. This is what I found (I had the camera handy on this occasion and it wasn't, well, life-threatening).

A picture really does tell a thousand words (oh, and I hasten to add, of course, that the oven was off and cold). Yes, somehow our crafty son had worked out how to open the oven door (oh, another joy of renting, having a child-unfriendly oven) and decided to hop on the door. A second later, he was peeking inside it. That's when I had to put the camera down and swoop! Up in my arms and the oven door shut. Sigh. That was enough excitement in my day!

Anyway, I am doing my level-best to ensure that curiosity won't kill this little cat but my, I am jumping at noises a bit more. Oh, and reading the SMH a little less! Good night!