Ok, so once or twice a year, we go to the grocery store and buy a bunch of junk food...usually New Years' Eve, and once in the summer. Then we watch old movies, pig out on junk food, and feel sick for a day or two (most people have a hangover New Years' Day...we just feel lousy because of all the crud we ate).
Anyhow, this year my husband bought a can of that EZ-Cheese (I tell you, this night is decadence at its ugliest!)...it comes in a can with a little nozzle, and your squirt the cheese out on a cracker. Well, no way could we eat all of that in one night, so we put it in the cupboard and have occasionally dipped into it.
This evening, my husband left the can on the coffee table while we were working in the office. I heard the usual "cat is making trouble" rustles and clunks, so I come out in the living room, and there is Assumpta, on the coffee table, with both front paws wrapped around the can of EZ-Cheese, and SUCKING THE CHEESE OUT OF THE NOZZLE!
She is definitely my husband's cat tonight.