Mr. Burns loves to leave presents in the bathtub for Baby Daddy. He also leaves them in front of his litter box for Jack the Beagle.
This present awoke me from a deep, restful sleep somewhere around 4am while Baby Daddy is out of town. I can’t touch it for fear of toxoplasmiosis, so it has to stay in the tub and stink until Baby Daddy returns tomorrow. I’ve officially moved out of that bathroom and I’m considering moving out of that bedroom because the waft is triggering my gag reflex.
Later this afternoon, Mr. Burns decided to let himself into the hamper and I have accused him of plotting to leave presents in our dirty clothes. Luckily I thwarted his plans, but not before Mr. Burns got in a nice long swipe that left me with several inches of bloody scratches on my arm.
Normally, he is an adorable, loving kitty who is the best snuggler in the house.
