I live with a hooligan.
I was putting the groceries away when I heard odd tearing and rustling noises from the other side of the dishwasher.
I glanced over, just to find THIS:
I was putting the groceries away when I heard odd tearing and rustling noises from the other side of the dishwasher.
I glanced over, just to find THIS:
When I yelled, "bad diddy!" (as our 2 year-old nephew likes to say,) he immediately shot away from the bag and lie down on the floor, staring in the direction of Lee's office, ready to deny any accusation I may have.
We play this game quite a bit, and every time, he sticks his nose in the food container to ask, "Why we gotta use this thing? I can eats out of the bag."
That cat is a hooligan, I'm tellin' ya.
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