I eat cookies in bed. Sometimes crackers.
Then I blame the cat for bringing litter into the bed.
Kiska never gets in trouble with Sparky. She’s his cat. Why not have her take the heat?
I just did this. His side has a few crumbs and rather than brush them off, I just brush them down.
He won’t read this post until tomorrow.
Tonight he’ll grumble a bit. I’ll smile and shake my head.
Cats? What can you do?
It might sound passive-aggressive, but it’s not. It’s my way of ensuring Sparky enjoys his life to the fullest.
Without a little discomfort, one cannot know comfort.