Last night, I came home from the grocery store with my arms full of bags. My kitchen table was covered with wrapping paper, so I set the bags on the floor. One of them was full of assorted packages of raw meats. Voodoo started sniffing at the bag. It tipped over, spilling a few of the packages onto the floor. I told Voodoo to leave it alone. Just then, I had to go rushing off--evil kitty trying to sneak out through the open door. I abandoned the bags and went to chase the cat. My ADD kicked in, so I was distracted by a few other things. Suddenly I remembered the groceries and the meats. And Voodoo! I went galloping back to the kitchen. Voodoo was laying down on the floor. His nose was within two inches of the meats. THE MEAT WAS UNTOUCHED! :yikes: I couldn't believe it! Of course I praised Voodoo like crazy. But what has happened to my catahoula terror? He's becoming so....good. I'm still in shock. If this keeps up, I might have to get my siggy changed.