So I would have never guessed that my cat was interested in eating brownies if I hadn’t walked in on him on the kitchen counter standing over the brownie batch. Despite trying to prove his innocence by giving me the “mom, I swear I didn’t jump up here and eat these” look, I knew he was guilty, mainly because of the little brown crumbs all over his mouth and whiskers. He never asked for any milk with his dessert, however, he did help himself to my glass of non-fat when I turned away from it for a minute. I put my foot down when he tried to steal my humus. He just has no shame, that little guy. What a character.
I will say though, it was pretty funny when he tried to jump from the sink to the toilet with wet paws. He fell flat on his belly on the bathroom floor. That’s what you get when you play in the sink! A word to the wise.
In people news: I still have a senior citizen on a mission to find a loaded man for me. I’m not a gold digger, but I’m so sick of these little boys who don’t know how to treat a woman. No, I don’t want you to just text me after 10 for sex and think that is an acceptable form of intimate interaction after college graduation. Grow up, grow some balls, and stop being so scared of girls. Not saying I want you to marry me, but I don’t want to just be your call at the end of the night. Let’s bring respect back.
It was brought to my attention tonight that I sneeze like a ninja.
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