|You can have the red stuff. Save me the container.|
Since then, he's been unstoppable.
In the last seven days, he's
- Picked his way through the bathroom trash searching for that divine piece of plastic.
- Broke a bottle of Strongbow Hard Cider.
- Forced himself on Stripey at least
- Sat in the middle of my manuscript twice per editing session.
- Shoved change onto the floor in the middle of the night until I woke up to let me know that his water dish was below Luckycat standards.
- Snapped a piece off my brand new purple and pink water bottle.
- Ate said divine plastic only to regurgitate for us a few hours later.
- Confused my left hand with an early morning snack.
Don't get me wrong, not all he does is bad. He is really a sweet cat. And hella entertaining. The best thing he did all weekend was when he pretended the small rubber duck with "Alicia" inked on it's chest is the latest cat hockey puck technology.
Last.fm hit of the day: Nobody's Home by Babylon Bombs