Yesterday when I got home from work, I found a grocery bag on the floor of the kitchen. It took me a minute to figure out the who, what, when, where and how. But then I remembered that the better half put 2 loaves of bread in the bag and left them on the counter. The stupid, evil cat jumped on the counter and wrestled it to the ground. We had to chuck the bread. That Darn Cat!
This morning the trash can was tipped over and the very thoroughly rinsed chorizo container was laying on the floor. Have I mentioned that cat is bad, bad, bad?