Tom, the Cod-liver Oil consuming Cat

This morning was the final straw, the living end, the last time, the limit.

Recently Tom's been climbing onto my desk and getting to my bookshelf. He does it to K's bookshelf as well. We think he's looking for a book to read. The other day we even asked him:
"Tom, do you want a book to read?"
He didn't answer.
What he probably said was "Where's my food at, bitch?!" (Tom's been swearing a lot recently).

Eventually I figured out that he likes to play with my perfume bottles. They are small and he has this thing about batting small objects with his paw. Maybe he likes the way they smell. Who knows what pheromones they put in those things.
But this morning, when K came in to give him love I discovered that my pill bottle was on the floor. I had found it on the floor the previous day, and, thinking I dropped it - I placed it onto the top shelf. So I know that's where it had been.
So I know that the boy must have gotten it down somehow from the top shelf... and opened it.... and EATEN MY CODLIVER OIL CAPSULES.... They were scattered on the ground, some of them had been broken open - I don't know how many more he must have swallowed.
K and I had a very good laugh as I cleaned up - no wonder he coat was so nice and shiny. No wonder he was being so nice to me - sleeping, quietly in my bed. We always knew that he was a healthy cat (what with his affections for broccoli and beans) but this is the living end....!

I shook my head and put the bottle into my bottom drawer - if Tom somehow gets it out of there I'm leaving. I'm moving out - and K says she will too - we'll leave him to use the apartment for his own purposes. He really is an intelligent boy... and a little creepy.