Marmie and I like our relaxation time very much.
Every night starts out the same.
Marmie sits on the cushions, while I get comfortable on the back of the couch.
Tonight, Marmie knew something was up.
I was not in my usual spot.
She thought she heard a rustling in the kitchen.
And an opening and closing of this cabinet.
So she went to check it out.
She opened the door…
And whaddya know? There I was–attempting to gnaw a hole through a bag of my food.
It’s absolutely terrible, the things a cat has to do in order to get properly nourished around here.