Cause I know damn well you’re going to knock over my half drunk bottle of wine!
This is probably the best use of this meme template that I’ve seen.
Nobody should be preparing food on an uncleaned counter in the first place. Or directly on the counter at all. Store your cutting boards vertically (I put them between the canisters and the wall) to keep all kinds of dirt off them. Cat or no cat, but especially if you have what’s essentially an inquisitive toddler who can leap 4+ feet and climb to the ceiling.
Right in the neck.
With the nozzle unscrewed almost all the way for that laser jet. I have to refill my bottle once a month with Furryosa. But after I get her, thirty seconds later, without fail, every single time, she comes and gets all affectionate making me feel guilty.
She knows exactly what she’s doing, little emotional manipulative poopyhead!
I don’t plant my bare anus on my counter, so neither will you.
Someone should do a follow up and verify the results.
Kaeden Griffin Is going places.
Do I tell you how to live your life?
I agree
Only when I’m not making food.
My cat once jumped on the counter when I was cutting raw chicken. He stole a piece and I just let him have it… He knows I’m powerless and my threats are empty T_T
One time I was sitting in the living room. Kitchen is to my immediate left on the other side of the wall.
I’m watching tv, and then from in the kitchen I hear a duck. QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK.
I’m so confused. I don’t have a duck. Why is there randomly a duck in my kitchen at 2am???
So I jump up, run into the kitchen where I see my cat who turns around like “OH HIIIIII!!!”
No duck.
So I start looking in cabnets. In the oven. In the fridge. I walked down the hall and checked the bathroom. I checked the closet.
I looked everywhere for this duck. I’m not crazy. I heard a duck. It was very close, in the kitchen. I heard it. I know I heard it. Where did it come from??? Where did it go???
Finally I gave up. My cat just looking at me losing my shit for an hour. Just looking at me like “You ok???”
So finally I just sat back down on the couch and wondered if I was losing my mind.
…never did find a duck.
I know this doesn’t relate to your comment per se, but we’re sharing cat stories. My cat didn’t steal chicken. My cat stole sanity.
Once my father was preparing a 15kg salmon for a big dinner party. The phone rang and he turned away for just a moment.
Our three cats who had been strategically located around him used this moment to pounce. Working together they had leapt onto the bench and pulled it off.
With a loud splat he came rushing back to find them merciless attacking the fish.
(the meat with bite marks was strategically removed, and the cats rejoiced).
The dog into trouble for not stopping the cats.
