So I get home from getting some groceries and of course I didn’t think ahead. I should have waited for the girls to get home to get them even though I always end up getting less of what we need and more of what they want. If I had waited I would have had help getting all of the heavies into the house!
Luna wasn’t any help. Sure, she sat at the door and watched me come in. She even sniffed in all the bags, caddy and sniffy, for treats and canned food. But being so darned caddy bytch and all, you know, lacking thumbs, she didn’t even offer to open the screen door for me on a single one of my multiple trips in and out of the house.
She still had the nerve to look at me with that caddy bytch glare cats are famous for because while I clearly had a nice big bag of her favorite kibble, I did not have Cat Toys, open Cat Treats, and the entire trip was not Completely Cat Related.
I suppose she thinks I’ve learned my lesson.