Frustrating the Trash Can

In my kitchen I have a miniature automated trashcan. It's miniature so I can still use grocery plastic bags as trash bags.

Colby apparently got tired of it opening and closing, and discovered somehow that if he jumped up at an angle, he didn't set the motion sensor off and he could sit on the lid.

Well, he's a big boy, and he's alive, so the movement of his fur makes the motion sensor think it's being activated while he sits on it.

Hah! Foiled you again!

Some cats would be scared, but Colby seemed quite satisfied with himself as the trashcan went, "eer, errnt, eer errnt" repeatedly, trying to open and failing.

Thimble wedged himself in the tiny space between the trashcan and the counter ... see him?

And Colby has sat on the trashcan several times since then, always with that same smug look.