I see that Theo is part-Siamese.
I wonder....
One of the brief but enduring family mysteries of my childhood was the Case of The Peeled Bananas and Scattered Sprouts.
Scene of crime: Early "Frigidaire" fridge located in the kitchen of a small end-of-terrace house in the Colne Valley.
Crime: Fridge door open, skins of peeled bananas and the paper bag in which the in-tact ones had been stored lying on the lino floor. No sign of their edible parts, however. Similarly, at around the same time, a bag of sprouts found its way out of the fridge and onto the lino, sprouts that clearly had been part of a kitchen-wide Footie game and, in a few cases, had been chewed.
Major domestic investigation followed, with everyone being blamed.
Except Marnie, our female Siamese cat.
We staked the kitchen out one night - me remaining in the walk-in larder after Ma had put the light out and retreated to the living-room.
I didn't have to wait long. In came Marnie, leapt at the large chromium lever on the fridge door, her weight pulling it down, her momentum causing the door to swing open with her still attached and the fridge light to come on.
Clever cat.