That’s the bad(and good) part with my lot. So damn intelligent and persistent, they figure out a way.
I’ve been tempted to move to child locks, but I’m half scared that by the time they’ve fully grown, they’ll have figured out how to manipulate those. I know at least one has figured out how to unzip my backpack, flush the toilet, and turn on faucets. She’s almost gotten down how to turn doorknobs by dangling.
At a certain point the most dignified thing to do is admit defeat and acquiesce. They have a level of time and resources unfathomable to most adult humans.
That’s the bad(and good) part with my lot. So damn intelligent and persistent, they figure out a way.
I’ve been tempted to move to child locks, but I’m half scared that by the time they’ve fully grown, they’ll have figured out how to manipulate those. I know at least one has figured out how to unzip my backpack, flush the toilet, and turn on faucets. She’s almost gotten down how to turn doorknobs by dangling.
At a certain point the most dignified thing to do is admit defeat and acquiesce. They have a level of time and resources unfathomable to most adult humans.
Mine likes to pull open drawers, hoike out all of the clothes, and then sit in the drawer looking smug at the mess he’s made.
Child locks are the way to go. I use the ones that lock cabinets. With 18 cats