After arriving home today, I couldn't find the cat (I'm cat sitting. You didn't know? You should follow my tweets). I scoured the house, but I couldn't find him. Exhausted and fearing he ran away, I sat down on the kitchen floor...and noticed a cabinet door filled with food was open.
Filled with food...and maybe a cat? I grabbed a flashlight and directed towards the pitch black back of the cabinet. There he was...staying cool in the shadows:
Dope. Adorable...but a dope.
5 comments:
How dare you call my cat a dope! Granted, he's a damn pussy (pun is definitely intended) but you're just mean. He has feelings, you know!
haha..I LOVE CATS, they're the cutest most mischievous little creatures.
Dear Mr. Big's Mom-
You're son is actually quite retarded. I can say, 'retarded.' I'm God.
L!nL!n...it was funny. I spent another 10 minutes coaxing him out.
Dear God -
Interesting you should say that, God doesn't judge people or their animals.
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