My cat...was garbage-picking.
*giiiggles, buries face in hands*
I was standing around, on the phone with Erik, when I spotted Curi with his paws on the garbage can in the kitchen, pawing around and poking his head in. I yelled at him, to no effect. Wound up having to pull him away..like, *really* pull him back, he wouldn't let go...
...and he dragged with him the box of borderline-bad cream cheese I'd thrown out yesterdayish.
And wouldn't let go.
Finally got it away from him, tossed it back in, beyond his immediate reach, and had to stand guard in front of the garbage can, 'til my phone conversation was finished and I could take out the trash.
My cat..is insane. *giiiiggling*
*Ananda Daydream * 11:30 PM *
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