The cat formerly known as “Fatty Boombalaty”, “Fat Cat” “Tic Tac, Tiggly Wac” is on my sh*t list. As you may remember he broke a favorite bowl while we were on vacation, then I caught him on the countertop but only managed to get a picture of him getting down. This morning, I came out of the bedroom, grabbed the camera from the office and walked, stealthily, into the kitchen. The evil cat was no where to be found but the last part of the Dried Fig Nut Bread we brought home from the beach was laying on the floor. He chewed through the plastic and ate my bread. Before anyone gets all bleeding heart on me–I don’t care if he ate plastic. This cat used to be the sweetest animal I’ve ever known and now he’s just bad, bad, bad.
Leon, who has a reputation of being the worst cat on the planet (he’s not though, just a horrible reputation from when he was a kitten), just looked at me from his perch on the chair. I could tell he was offering his sympathies. He’s not a fan of the bad, bad, bad cat either.
I’m soooo sad that I didn’t get to enjoy one more taste of vacation today.