This morning I turned off my white noise machine and heard a frantic MEOWMEOWMEOW coming from down the hall. Cecil got himself locked in the bathroom, probably because he loves playing with the door. When I opened the door, I saw an orange blur dart past me with the scraping of claws on the hardwood floor. He was kind enough to leave me a collection of assorted turds in the bathmat, all folded up like a turd burrito. I’m not even mad because I found the entire event hilarious.
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