[Anitsisqua]

So, yesterday, Gable proved his intelligence, and his ability to be a pain in my keister. He has learned how to open his crate.

At some point yesterday, he perfected this skill, and when I arrived home from work, he happily greeted me at the door.

The living room looked like a tornado had gone through it. He had torn open a pillow and scattered the stuffing everywhere.

He tore open a sack of potatoes and eaten the better part of three of them.

He opened the sewing box, pulled out the container I keep the pins in and ate the container, leaving only the lid and the pins scattered freely around the sewing box.

He table surfed and found a hollow, foil-wrapped chocolate champagne bottle, tore it open, and ate it.

He turned over my fishbowl, dumping Jarah the betta onto the table.

He found my EMT hip kit and must have shaken all the tools out of it.

He ate a pencil. I found only the point and the eraser.

He also chewed the top off of the fish food and ate all of it.

When I got home, I managed to quickly grab some water and dump Jarah into it. I don't know how long he was out of water, but he seems to have survived his ordeal unscathed.

The other scary thing was that I couldn't find Jacky, the inside cat. I looked everywhere, but couldn't find her. She normally runs out to meet me, and I was terrified Gabe had accidentally hurt her (he plays a little too rough sometimes).

Then, I heard a mewing from the hall closet. She was locked in the closet. The only thing I can think is that when Gabe escaped and opened the hall door (which she cannot open), one of them opened the closet door, and when she went inside, Gabe pushed it closed.

I locked him in his crate again to see if it was a fluke, but, no...minutes later he had opened the door again.

I'm stunned at all the damage, because he's exhuberant and energetic when I'm home, but never so destructive!

Looks like we'll be needing a new crate...