Last night I had a friend I hadn’t seen in a while over to watch a movie and just hang out. The cats were not content to be shy and hide. No.
Jack jumped onto the counter where we were preparing food, which made me freak out because EW CAT HAIR! FOOD! So I shooed him and tried to guide him off the counter in a way that wouldn’t disturb any food, but sure enough, he took a ceramic bowl of dipping sauce down with him. It shattered and splattered sauce everywhere. Everywhere. I yelled at him and he stayed hidden for an hour or so.
Meanwhile, Sally — never one to be upstaged — wandered into the living room as we were watching a movie and positioned herself right in front of the TV and proceeded to hork up everything she had ever eaten, right there on the floor. Not once, but twice.
It was like having moody adolescents around to remind the grownups that they were there. AND THEY WERE BORED.