I came home once to my cat on the kitchen counter and my ex holding a spice bottle up to the cat's face, cabinet door open. "What are you doing?" "Letting Max smell the spices."

He was just standing there, opening one bottle, letting the cat sniff it, then closing it and putting it back, grabbing the next one, and so on. The cat just sat there waiting and sniffing. For over an hour and who knows how long before that.