stain

"what is that? what is that?"

couldn't say.

"is that wine? wine on my counter? or is it...oh god, is it blood?"

even after an up-close scrutiny on your behalf, it's still to close to call. which would you rather?

"i am going to give them what for...i said they could cook in here, not permanently stain my counters and devalue the house."

just as you say.

"i mean, what did i ever do to them?"

nothing?

"nothing!"

ah. thought so.

tea

sometimes, when they leave their tea to steep, i like to come get my fix...i love tea, so even though i don't get a choice on what flavor it is, or whether it's a caffeinated blend, it's a special treat.

i take v-e-r-y small sips, i doubt they'd mind even if they knew...at least, that's what i tell myself.

look at it; drink me, it says. oh, don't mind if i do!

*sluuurp*

blame

this is your fault, i hope you realize that.

still - best of luck.

nemesis

oh my god they bought a cat!