The Tiny Cat and the Butcher now have some agreement where he will pick her up and put her on the counter to eat her food. He claims that she can’t get up on the counter. And yet, I find her in places higher than the counter all the time.
And I was all like “I’m not having any of this ridiculousness.”
But this morning, as I was pouring my cereal, she came in and flashed her big green eyes at me and I fucking put her up on the counter so she could eat.