I intended for this post to be a Wordless Wednesday one, since Dan came home with several glazed and heart-sprinkled donuts after reading my tweet. But while he and I were taking a much-needed nap (me because I’m still in a decent amount of pain and haven’t been sleeping well; him because he has been busy between work and school mornings and thus hasn’t had more than 5 straight hours of sleep since last week), Fritzy, our adorable-Persian-cat-turned-fucking-little-bastard when it comes to any scrap of food left out anywhere in the kitchen (did I tell you about the time he tried to run off with a Bagel-ful?!), managed to knock the entire box of donuts on the kitchen floor, which he, Minerva and Leah then proceeded to feast upon. Fuckers. So, alas, no pretty donut pictures.
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While watching 8mm earlier this evening, my other half left the remains of her Pizza on the floor. Just long enough to see the cat vanish under the coffee table with a piece of the crust.
The remarkable thing was his silent and unnoticed approach.
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