So as frequently seems to happen to me, I walked through the door into my dark apartment this evening, and as I turned the corner at the kitchen counter, my feet hit a number of inanimate objects on the floor. I flipped the light over the sink on and was met by a drinking glass (yes, one made of actual glass - luckily it didn't break), an empty Advil bottle and my new S'mores figurine lying haphazardly on the floor.
What does this mean? It means that my youngest troublemaker, Archimedes (the curious black cat pictured here), has been traipsing around on part of my kitchen counter while I was working hard at the office to put a roof over his head.
This is similar to what greets me every morning in the bathroom, a tipped-over trash can. Archimedes tips it over in order to pull out the q-tips. The best part is that he does it multiple times during the day. It's tipped over when I get home, it's tipped over when I go back into the bathroom to prep for bed, it's tipped over when I get up in the morning. The second best thing is what he does with the q-tips - he plays with them until he gets bored and then he throws them under the bookcase in the dining room. This adds to his collection of milk bottle rims, toy mice and hair bands. Well, if I'm ever running low on any of these items, at least I know where to look.
My children are rounded out with Shelby, seen lounging above, and my diva, Patches, my calico shown super, super lounging at the left. So while I'm working hard, the kitty crew are living large at home.
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