But let us talk about something fun. Like cats, and how cacaheaded they are.
This cat is especially cacaheaded. He certainly loves getting to go where he isn't supposed to go. Lately, his favorite thing has been getting on top of the cupboards. We cleaned off the top of the fridge in anticipation of him continuing to do so. Shouldn't have bothered.
Wednesday morning, around 5 AM, Anton and I are roused by the sound of crashing and shattering glass. Anton ran to the direction of the noise while I tried to figure out if I didn't get up I could pretend like I thought it was a dream. I had to get up though, when I heard Anton start bellowing. I found him in the kitchen with this face:
Boyd had managed to knock over the ONLY thing on the fridge, my french press,and shattered it allllll over the kitchen and the hallway.
Probably the most exciting thing that's happened lately.
