Naturally the sound of chinking pantry keys pops her head out from behind the sofa and makes her do a spinning midair flip over the coffee table and skidding into the kitchen. Keeping the kitchen table between herself and her Meanie Master, watching those keys with hunger in her eyes. Butt up in the air and tail twitching as she watches on with predator eyes, licking her chops and growling lowly under her breath. Keeping an eye on her arch-nemesis, the pantry door, which has its fair share of combat wounds. Claw marks and dents and various chewed on parts for added measure. It's a good thing you sprung for the extra cost to reinforce the pantry so your adorable and totally innocent kitty didn't eat you out of house and home.