Do you remember that scene from the movie “The Sixth Sense” where the mom leaves the kid in the kitchen for a few seconds and comes back to find every single kitchen cabinet wide open? I used to come back home from work to find my kitchen cabinets all open just like that. The first time it happened, cold sweat ran down my back and I suddenly felt very cold, but soon found out it was Grizzley pulling a fast one on me.

I used to have boxes piled up in the kitchen, moving boxes that had kitchen stuff in them that I never opened – I used to live on TV dinners and take outs and fast foods for years, so I didn’t need to open them. So Grizzley, who lost the ability to jump on the kitchen counter after he somehow hurt himself and had femurhead surgery done on both his hips, joyfully went up on the counter using the boxes and opened every single cabinet. I saw him do this a few times. He’s not even interested in anything inside. Nor he wants to go in and play hide and seek with me. He just likes opening one cabinet after another. He opens one, and proceeds to the next cabinet door.

Now I don’t have any boxes around to help him get up the counter, and I pay attention to what’s around so he can’t get up there. But it sure doesn’t prevent him from opening the ones under the counter. So every morning, I come downstairs to see all my lower cabinets open. Every evening, I go home to find them open again.

Yesterday, he opened one and some covers of pots that I had carelessly thrown inside crashed down scaring the living daylights out of him. And when I came downstairs this morning to find none of the kitchen cabinet doors wide open. When I came home from work, all the kitchen cabinets were untouched.

Because he found the bathroom cabinets.