Last night, Geoff and I had tacos, and we put the leftover taco meat on the stove to cool while we ate in the living room. Foolishly, we left the meat uncovered, and I later discovered Melly brazenly sitting on the counter and chowing down. Sigh.
Here is Melly, in the metaphorical dog house:
Also, remember that box? It's still around.
It's hard to get down to kitty level to take pictures of Scarlett: she always just wants to snuggle.
Which is totally fine by me!