I’m actually in Atlanta right now, working out of our other office. But look what I spotted as I ran around trying to get packed for my trip:
I guess this is what happens when you’re too busy to make up the bed.
Side note: How much do you want to bet I come home from my trip to discover the bed’s been unmade the whole time I was gone? For some reason, I’m the only person in this house (Boy, Niece and furbabies included) who suffers from the need to make the bed every morning. I’ll seek therapy for that later.
Anyway, the only bit of a spoiled kitty that I spotted were two little ears.
Until The Boy came into the room. That guy sure knows how to fuss a kitty just right.
