In the kitchen part !!!

Kells is still perching on his countertop as I chop things for dinner. Now in order to get there he positions himself between myself and the counter and instead of hugging my legs he pushes me away from the counter so he can look directly at me while yelling, arms in the air. I am forced to stare at his tonsils until I pick him up or escort him out of my kitchen for rudeness. If I take him down from his perch he must follow me around everywhere and any cupboard that is opened by me must be inspected and EMPTIED after I walk away.

Tonight, he pulled out a baking sheet, threw it on the floor and proceeded to ride it like it was a surf board. He also thought throwing mushrooms and potatoes off the counter was great fun as well. Perhaps he thought he was saving them from the chopping block.