Once in a blue moon, he actually gets up there. He usually won’t do it if you’re looking. He’ll reach up and scratch on the cabinets, at worst. Almost as if to show you how restrained he’s being. He gets especially excited about tuna, though. To the point that we have to put him up if we’re making tuna salad. He will fight you over a can of tuna fish.

We have one of those can openers that cuts the seam so there’s no sharp edges. Because tuna is his favorite thing on earth, I’ll let him clean out the can before I recycle it.