It’s also our asshole alpha female that steals the other two’s food and turns OFF my laptop while I’ve stepped out for 30 seconds to grab a snack or use the toilet.
@Cendana@Seagoon_@melbourne Wifey has a habit of eating in bed, and then just leaving the bowl on the bed head instead of taking it back into the kitchen.
(I’ve given up asking at this point — she never listens.)
Anyway.
One night a few weeks ago, after I’d already done the dishes, she decided to eat a bowl of ice cream in bed. And, as usual, left the bowl on the bed head.
Sometime around 3am, I’m awakened by a noise.
Bump! Splat! Scream!
I switch on the light.
There’s poor wifey with a bowl on her side of the bed, covered in the melted ice cream at the bottom of the bowl.
Mr Snowy was laying down on the spot on the bed head where the bowl had been moment earlier.
I just looked at her for a moment and deadpanned: “I did say to put the bowls back in the kitchen when you’re done with them.”
On the phone in bed.
6kg worth of cat jumped a 2m gap onto the most sensitive part of me.
Cats.
Cat launches off boobs frequently and gives zero fucks.
Sammi’s going to think her name is “Get. Off. My. TIT!” at this rate.
I once received a clawed paw somewhere there shouldn’t be one and I’m still annoyed by it months later
Ouch :( are you feeling ok?
They definitely know what they’re doing.
My departed WhiteBoy used to ask for breakfast by very carefully inserting a single claw into your nostril. Nothing accidental about it.
Was he funky?
Boogied until he died
yes sir, he can boogie
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=32wDFCM7iSI
sorry, couldn’t help myself
This is hilarious because it’s totally not his style
😂
At first glance that reminds me of redhead matches.
I can get that! Not my first thought, but I knew the little grublin 🤍
It’s also our asshole alpha female that steals the other two’s food and turns OFF my laptop while I’ve stepped out for 30 seconds to grab a snack or use the toilet.
@Cendana @Seagoon_ @melbourne Wifey has a habit of eating in bed, and then just leaving the bowl on the bed head instead of taking it back into the kitchen.
(I’ve given up asking at this point — she never listens.)
Anyway.
One night a few weeks ago, after I’d already done the dishes, she decided to eat a bowl of ice cream in bed. And, as usual, left the bowl on the bed head.
Sometime around 3am, I’m awakened by a noise.
Bump! Splat! Scream!
I switch on the light.
There’s poor wifey with a bowl on her side of the bed, covered in the melted ice cream at the bottom of the bowl.
Mr Snowy was laying down on the spot on the bed head where the bowl had been moment earlier.
I just looked at her for a moment and deadpanned: “I did say to put the bowls back in the kitchen when you’re done with them.”