You can see from the header photograph, I don't have many cupboards in the kitchen. What I do have, in the adjoining Boot Room, is a walk-in pantry.
I keep dried and tinned food, spices and herbs, bread, cereals, dog and cat food, glassware, some spare china and several kitchen aids in there.
It could quite easily become a repository for 'stuff' but I fight hard to keep it reasonably well organised, after all, the cats need me to be able to put my hand on their favourite brand of cat food immediately.
I had always wanted a large pantry and when this was finished I thought that I would never fill all those miles of shelves... Ha!
One thing I hadn't banked on though, was having to share the room with a cat.
Little Miss Pinkerton quietly slips in after me, goes to her favourite corner (just behind the plastic crate on the floor) and sits quietly. She doesn't climb on shelves, so I don't mind too much. Mostly I don't mind, because I don't notice her doing it.
Which means that she sometimes gets locked in.
The first time it happened, I was alone in the house. Suddenly the silence was broken by the sound of a door latch being rattled...never mind the latch being rattled, I was rattled. Heart pounding, I opened the pantry door, only to have Miss Pinkerton trot out, tail in the air, with a demand for food...NOW!
|"Butter wouldn't melt in my mouth, honest!"|
Ha! Just one minute after I clicked on the button to post this, the door was rattled. Yes, she had sneaked in there again. I thought she was outside. Little madam.