Saturday morning was the first morning where I could sleep in two weeks. At 6am, Spooky the Cat started yowling and climbing on me and wouldn’t shut up. I scooped him up, tossed him back to his space at the foot of my bed and lay back down. He came over and sat down right on my bladder. What do you think I am going to do to him right now?
In other events, I went downstairs to feed the birds and found this:
Clearly the work of Shadow the Dog. But..he left the bag alive. Normally, (well, not normally, because this is not a regular occurrence) there would be pieces of empty bag all over the room. What does it say about the chips if Shadow won’t eat them?
Garden Salsa Sun Chips.